In case you haven't noticed, it's been quite a while since I've updated my journal... again, well I never really write these cuz I figure few people read it. After computer megadeath, involving $140 worth of repair, I've returned to the sinking ship of summer, about to hit the seafloor of back to school. I've never been LESS excited about returning to school. NEVER. This summer was just too good it seems, or rather, maybe school just sucked THAT BAD last year. I assume it's the latter.

Good things have happened. Bad things have happened. I really forgot what was so stupid in my life at the beginning of summer. All I can think of right now is what I need to do for school, for myself, and for my friends. Just the future basically.

Anyway, I'd say this is the happiest I've been in a while. But I can never escape the feeling that I shouldn't be happy. I always knew I was angry and sad beneath the surface. Though with others I seem to be good-natured and kind, when I'm away I feel like a recluse and a miser.

Well that's just screwed up huh? It doesn't help that I was just diagnosed with Osgood-Schlotter's either, a stupid leg condition that'll limit my sports until I finish growing. As if that weren't enough, I have to go to physical therapy again for my quarter-lifetime of back injuries.

If you've made it this far through my relatively horrendous writing, congratulate yourself. I shouldn't be complaining. Other people's lives suck worse.