2:05 Early Wednesday Afternoon   Blah blah Blah Will my life ever have a purpose? Right now I feel like I'm in such a rut. I shouldn't complain; life is good, just...there are no defining moments. No inspiration. No feelings of accomplishment. just blah. blah. blah. blah. day after day after day. it worries me because i want every day i have left with caleb to be something special. but what happens in my head and what i do with my actions tend to be completely different stories. I want a hug so I yell? I am so quick to anger and so long to cool down. two really terrible traits. I try and try to get rid of them but I guess i dont try hard enough. there is something very wrong with me. a slice of moonlight pierces inky night smiling a secretive half-smile at me it knows something I do not "O tell me, moon; what knowledge have I not?" silence answers my call failed endeavours plague my memories plans that never reached fruition lost friendships and broken hearts pile up in my head entropy reaches the threshold of unbearable I scream out once more to the smiling vixen of night, "Moon, How do you keep your amusements!?" she hides behind banks of dark clouds and I close my eyes sleep now sleep always dreams to end reality