Someday I am going to figure things out. When? I don't know. But someday. 18 and still young. 18 seems so old. I don't know why. I mean, I'm nearly seventeen, but that doesn't seem nearly as old. Today was pointless, boring, and I achieved nothing. The fault was my own, but I wish I would've been more motivated. I don't understand the fluctuating social situation all the time, and cannot determine whether they are due to me, others, or a combination of both. Contact outside of school has been limited...with anyone. Partially my fault, but I can't claim all of the blame. Maybe I am just being stupid. That wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. I've been a little more than slightly bothered lately about certain things, only I have no real way of voicing those bothers without causing problems. I get so frustrated. I just want simplicity. That's never going to happen. Time to stop now. G'night.