Dear Journal,

Why I am writing in you, I don't know. I've never used you before. Maybe I need to let things out, though I doubt anyone will read this. Even if they did, they wouldn't care. Why does everything suck? Why must I be torn apart by the jaws of depression? Why is life a vicious cycle? Why am I asking questions that don't matter or have any bearing on anything? I can't even communicate with my girlfriend. I have to wait until November 15th, when her parents will finally take her off house arrest. *sigh* I grow weary of crying myself to sleep every night, wishing I could just look at her face for a few seconds. perhaps hear her voice if I try hard enough. I had two tests today, one in Calculus and one in Computer Science. Calculus was tough, CS was a breeze. Although we had the CS one at 5:30 on a Friday night, which sucks. Random thought: Why are my friends IRL racist? You think you know some people, and then they turn out to be more different than you think. I've always strived to be as honest and caring as I can. I'm pretty straight foward with people, I don't like to hide things.

Well journal, that's all that I can think of today. Peace out.