I haven't been able to be writing in here as much as I would like to. I think it's important for a person to record their thoughts, however insignificant they may be. I toyed with the idea of abandoning this whole thing again, like I did before, but I wouldn't come back. I've had lots of school work, and after writing for hours, then working on my other project, I really don't feel like writing anymore. That's essentially my main problem. Also, a few anxieties have been plaguing me over the past few days. A lot of it is just my own inevitable musings about love, success, politics, etcetera. Some of it has been more concrete, however. Like whether or not to do my persuasion speech (I didn't) and lose 100 points. Then I need to find a job for the summer. I keep putting that off, even when 'Now Hiring!' signs are all around. I also had this large dispute with my history teacher over whether Malcolm X's comments towards whites were justified, and whether or not his way of going about achieving equality was the best way to do so. And moreover, whether or not his life was on track for the better before he got assassinated. From what I gathered, my history professor feels Malcolm was a lot more pivotal in helping to achieve equal rights and that he was entirely justified in making most of his comments, whereas I disagree with both notions. We had to read his autobiography for the class, which was interesting. Anyway, I have been having many of the same thoughts that have always drawn me toward long, lonely nights. I've actually had quite a few entries that I had planned to write but didn't get around to doing so. Other things came up. Regardless, things are crazy. Oh--another dilemma I just remembered! She barely talks to me and I think she will do just about anything to avoid a face to face meeting. How exactly am I supposed to get my favorite book back from her? I texted her and she never replied to it. I want that fucker back. But I don't want it to seem as if my want to get the book back is some clever ploy just to see her, because it's not. I can see her thinking that it is. I could keep going on about the happenings of my life, but it's already two in the morning. I don't understand it. I never have enough time even if I have the entire day absolutely free.