Last night was rough. Still recoving from it. Not anything to do with my little bro this time, just my own special brand of emosauce to bathe in.

I'm halfway through a chapter of garbage, I wanna get it done and posted for tomorrow. Behind on most of my school work. Have two papers due in a couple of weeks. Not sure how that's gonna go.

Been treading water so long I think I've forgotten how to swim. Choosing the past of least resistance sometimes takes you over a waterfall and on to all the sharp spikey rocks at the bottom.

I promise I'll get over all this, just as soon as I'm able. But sometimes I wish I'd died before my potential did. And sometimes I wish my parents didn't think that Transformers and other nerdy things were an escape into childhood, and a symptom of some huge underlying problem instead of the only proven cure.

*sigh* I'm sure things'll be better tomorrow, but I'm not sure I'll notice.

Don't know why I'm posting this...most of the time I don't. The difference between a depressed person and an emo person is that a depressed person will never let you know.

I guess that makes me emo then.