I was going for a record; hadn't cried in a few days. Guess that dream's over. I try to remember the exact moment when all this came together, and my whole life fell apart. I'd say it'd be the afternoon I came back from the school counsellor. When I fell on the bathroom floor and cried and screamed. Home alone. I used to say things meant nothing, but they didn't. They meant everything. Only now do things truly mean nothing, only now. It's times like these I want to lie in bed forever. I don't care if I never woke up. It's not even that I'm miserable today. I'm just confused. I have to make my decision soon, and it could alter the rest of my life. I can't even decide what top to wear tomorrow, how can I do this at 14? People ask me what I want to do with my life. I just want to step on it and throw it away. I should make this a private entry. No one needs my whining. Sorry. [edit] My text doesn't lag! [/edit]