I dunno what to do with myself. I have reached the stress point of no return. All I want to do is roll over and snuggle into my honey. I am doing homework. Sociology. Which I enjoy, but my brain takes a minute to digest all the information. I am still sick. Saturday I had a fever of 102, crazy. It was like hell, serious. If my life was a picture, it would probobly be alot of notebook doodles smashed onto the same canvas. I think about how empty I am alot, and I cant decide how to fix it. Emptiness isnt a hard thing to fill, but it is a hard thing to fill with quality things. With good things. You can fill alot of empty spaces with things. I cant decide what I am made of, what I am about, what makes me. Wouldnt it be wonderful if honest personal identity would be easy to find? But it would probobly be worth less. Crying just confuses me. It seems strange that I have the next few years of my life more or less planned. Getting a job, going to school, moving out. I have never really had that before. Its depressing and a little bit exciting. Strange. What in your life is worth holding onto? Whats worth really trying to succeed for? What makes you want to be a better person? You cant hold hands with God.