It's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. (Abe Lincoln)

Everything is a lie. Immediate digression from assumed topic.

Reasoning for something as being something to work for is ridiculous when its ultimately unachievable. You're just setting yourself up for failure. Its depressing, disgusting, and plain unhealthy. Get fucking smarter.

More frequently occupying my mind is the fantasy of independence. Senioritis, summer before senior year. How wonderful a feeling it must be to know that you rely on no one. However, though it is fantastic to know that you can fall back on your support, it is unsatisfactory. To manage my own life on my own terms is potentially the most settling accomplishment. And I'm not even one for goals and accomplishments. But then how do we judge ourselves? Nihilism.

A question I have for those grown-up and in the real world is: will the drama ever end? We teenagers think that we are in the real world, with our sex, drugs, our own blood smeared to justify our real world problems. I have little surety in what is considered real, but I have just as much authority to talk about these worlds as anyone. We have to break the bubble, don't we? The dome over what our worlds are now. Perhaps its just me, longing for change of scenery and to know more see more, to be fucking cultured. Thoughts? No one reads my blog. I wish people did.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference.
The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference.
And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.
(Elie Wiesel)