Why are ships coming out of the base?

I accidently poked myself in the eye when I was walking to class today. My head itched, so my finger had a good reason for being up there, it was just a little bit off target.

I'm feeling seclusionistic and sleepy. That's one step above the norm (Norm!). Blah Blah Blah. I'm losing interest in everything again. Whoopdeedoo.

It's water time soon. I feel like the bugs are out to get me all the time. The itch is very annoying.

My life isn't really interesting enough to write about.

"What did you do today?"
"Oh I started Mario 64 again, I'm up to 47 stars."
"And what did you do yesterday?"
"Oh I started Ocarina of Time again, I just finished the forest temple"
"And what do you do when you aren't playing nintendo games?"
"I read X-Men comics from the 1960s"
"Interesting..."

The correct answer was: "Nothing"

I'm losing my glow.

"He was a nice boy, a friendly boy, and very shy, and it made him bitter." - The Sun Also Rises

Never at a party, parties are not my place.

"We're on the right track, a slight misstep on the road to awesomeness."
I may have missed my turn.

The ability to foresee the future does not prevent the oncoming unhappiness.

I'm not really unhappy. Just bored. And bitter. I'm not these people. What happened to me? I'm sick. It doesn't help. And I'm purposeless.

Be content. Live through other people's happiness. Everybody is free to feel good. Hug your mother. Tell your dad you love him. Tell your family you're proud of them. Spend time with your friends. Abandon artificial happiness. Run with your dogs. Get sunburned. Smile.

I love my friends. I just don't care for parties. My lungs hurt. Really bad actually. Bad day. Overall I think people had fun. Not sure I contributed this time. Failure. It might be time to retire. Hang up my boots. I don't like alcohol. I don't like parties. I don't really like weekends. I don't really like school. I'm not sure I'm looking forward to anything. I'm not sure I like people. I will be better. I'm not even sure what that means.


In the morrow, homeward bound. It should be a beautiful day.