Time flies; even when you aren't doing anything and even when while you're doing nothing it feels as if times drags horribly.
I'm trying to get motivated to go out and do something but somehow the thought of another day alone, doing nothing of import has me so depressed I can't move. I would give anything to turn the time back not just an hour but a year; to never have come here.
Jay doesn't want to know or see how depressed I am so I'm reduced to blogging into cyberspace to get these feelings out into the open; knowing no one really hears me. I've never really succeeded at anything and this whole move has just been another failed attempt at making something of myself.
