This diary ain't depressed so stop thinking that it is. Okay, it's just a girl. About a girl. And that's it. Stop reading into it any deeper. It ain't that deep.

...like the world is moving on without me. Like everyone just got on a bus or a plane or some transportation vehicle and I'm left with the dust on the sidewalk. And this feels very strange because I just want to be happy. I want to be a kid. I just want to make some great mistakes and learn from there. I just really want all of this to get happier, in a happy way, and that is what I want.

I just feel like life is just really boring. And what is the point of living if you don't feel alive? If everyday just feels the exact same? When everything just feels old? There isn't a point. I'm not getting anywhere right now. I'm just waiting for something happen. Waiting to see...

Just fuckin' waiting to see if there is more to life than this. 'Cause there has to be. Life can't be this boring. Life can't be this old. Life just can't feel like this. I know life can feel great, be great. I don't want to deep anymore. Because the only way that I am is I have to be effin depressed in some way. And I don't want to be depressed. So fuck being depressed and pass over that blunt and let me take a few coronas back. I don't care anymore about being someone special. I just want to have fun. I am only a kid. Fuck everything else. I want to stay young as possible. So let me get in trouble. Let me feel alive. I'm dying up here. And no one notices. I'm as blank as you now. I'm as nothing as you now.

This place killed me. I'm not me anymore. And I hardly care. And when I come back you won't even recognize me. So later and remember who I was because I won't. Wake me up. Pass over that fun. I'll make it okay.