11:05 Late Friday Morning (5 September 2008) I am wearing all black and didn't really realise until I walked out of the house and saw my reflection in the window of a big tall building. I asked myself where I got all these gothic clothes, and who do I think I am anyway? I feel like i'm intruding. "This isn't me," I think, but then again, who am I, and why can't I feel comfortable in cute clothes regardless of the 'style'? Anyway, the point is nothing, I have no point. I just have a dull tip. I want to be earthy and grounded, but I keep floating into the sky. Now I know how Helium must feel; how frustrating. It is a little bit of a surprise every time I remember that i'm 20 years old. I still think i'm either 16 or 18. Life was a little bit different back then. Where did my creativity go? It feels like it was here just a minute ago! I must have left it somewhere, but I can't find it and I think i've checked my closet at least 10 times. Maybe I didn't have it just a minute ago, maybe it's been ebbing away slowly since i've gavitated more and more towards this elusive 'adulthood' everyone speaks of? I think my favourite volume is 100 mL.