Crossroads

It's funny how walking can seem to make everything better. Just wandering around without really knowing where you want to end up. Hell, I think I could walk forever.
Maybe that's not true. I'm happy to get home to my own bed.

I don't think I should have to be afraid of the future, but sometimes I find that I am. I always figured I'd end up happy, just because that's how things go, right?
Back in my emo days, I always pictured myself isolated from everything...working without feeling, coming home to a dark, empty apartment.
But these days it seems I'm not so alone. And if I try hard enough, I won't have to live that kind of life.
I want to live a life of meaning, I could never stand to live a half-life.

Anyway I'm not really making a point, just going on about stuff. But see - I did actually make a journal today. I almost forgot.

The concept of school is bothering me but I'm stuck there for now. Like a bad book that you can't stop reading until you finish because you have to commit to it. How weird.

I want to care about art again.