-insert confusing, yet pretty, greeting here-
-insert meaningful, well-written, pretty story here-
-insert some corny thing about Andy's life here-
-insert some leaving message that has some kind of alternate meaning only Andy knows here-
(You all get a cliffnoted version of an entry today. XD)
Since that was my REAL post, here's an EDIT that's significantly more meaningful.
I feel isolated. A kind of subdued isolation. Maybe like I caused it, but not really. It's just there, omnipresent. I need new friends? I have new friends. I need to get to know my old friends better? I am getting to know them better. Then what am I supposed to do? I've been hanging onto the hope that next year will be more wonderful and beautiful and meaningful but it's doubtful that it's full of any of that. Anaphora, yeah. But seriously. I don't know what's wrong with me anymore. I'm having thoughts that are like buzzing bees, constantly distracting me and stinging my heart until it's numb. But at the same time I'm the happiest I've ever been. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. I guess I'll just drone on through life faking a smile as I fall apart inside. That could do. But I just can't get myself out of this hole. And crying won't help, it'll just accumulate and I'll drown in society's overwhelming apathy. This ambivalence is sending chills down my spine and I can't kiss it goodbye.
End of teenage emo rant.
I just need someone to hug and a shoulder to cry on.
But all the wondrous people seem so far away.
And I'm upset I don't have more time to spend with the people that mean so much to me these days. You know who you are. Wait, no you don't. There are a few people I would die to spend more time with. But I can't.
Next year probably will be better, actually. I'll explore my interests and myself and find out what I truly want from life.
If you read this far, you rock. | 
