I've deleted like 5 entries tonight. Lots of fun. I don't have much to write. I don't even feel like writing anymore, which is pretty strange in itself. I just thought I'd let the world know I'm still alive. Take that as you will. I'm thinking maybe I really am an island. Floating centimeters a year, to no destination. Or a lonely guitar, waiting to be played. Waiting for it's moment. I wouldn't care if I was smashed to pieces after. I just want to be used. I guess spending time at my dads place always gets me thinking. Too bad I only think about pointless, pathetic, selfish things. I really didn't need this.