there are too many things i dont understand. it makes my life feel hectic, when it's really not. i feel old and i'm only eighteen. i have bags under my eyes even if i've slept enough. my sleep is so unsatisfying; i end up trying to sleep for four hours and sleeping for two. i dont want to do anything anymore. i'm complaining. why am i complaining? i feel crummy, and i hate using that goddamn word b/c of j.d. , but i have to use it b/c it's the most appropriate and any other word would feel wrong. my handwriting is so sloppy. it's illegible even for my eyes. i hate what i see anyway. something's smushing me right up against a glass ceiling and i'm suffocating. what the hell's up with the white male? the White Male. or prep. or is it just me...? people are too accepting these days. there needs to be demand, or our world is going down under in one of them baskets. say goodnight to the light of the setting sun. i have so much to say and i dont have the words to say it. it's sad. i have so much to say and i dont have the folks to say it to. it's sad. there are so many questioning eyes out there, wondering what the hell i'm about, what's my deal. and i avoid them, 'cause these days, there are too many things i dont understand.