I'm not having a good day. The fact that I was up until this morning isn't helping and that my sister is late picking me up. I'm trying not to concentrate on the bad. I used to be so freakin, annoyingly up-beat. Now I realize why most of my friends from high school aren't my friends anymore. I'm a totally different person. I guess death does that to you. Makes you notice the bad. Mutilates your heart so it doesn't beat as fast. I wrote thirteen pages this morning. That's a lot for me. Maybe that's why I'm feeling down. It's draining. And I can never seem to be happy if I'm creating something.