Ugh...

So, i managed to rip my punching bag right off the beam it's hung on, taking a wire with it.

Whilst playing everquest and dinging 34, i realize that i'm going to die (Isn't this like the five-hundredth time i've done this?) Well, either way, i'm back to being depressed.

This sucks. I'm going to get ub3r stoned after my parents go to bed because I just want to relax, and i don't want to deal with my fucking depression anymore. I don't need it, and it's done enough to me.

Cass really fucked me up in the head.

After so many weeks of liking a girl, i start to dislike her, and i want to distance myself from her. How do i know this is Cass' fault? Because before her, i didn't have this fucking problem. It has happened with both of the girls i have liked after her. Neither of them are perfect for me, but neither was cass. I don't see the fucking deal here. Why me eh? Maybe it isn't cass' fault...but it sure as hell happened around the same time.

Somebody friggin shoot me please. Maybe bush will draft me and i'll go die in his war for oil. Yay, then my family will get sent a medal of courage or some shallow shit like that to remind them of me. Fucking government.

All i want to do now is sing. I want to get an album with my friends when we start a band, sell it, and live the rest of my life in friggin peace, learning. No longer having to deal with this god forsaken society's rules and regulations.

Maybe i'll even be able to tear down the authority figures and recreate this world as it should be.