3:50 pm.

Tomorrow is a Tuesday. I'm angry. Almost very angry. Angry and frusterated. I hate when I get this way. Nothing ever solves it. Nothing ever solves anything. Something doesn't even solve anything. I'm pretty sure that life is just futile, and my goal is to do eveything that I want to do or be. Which of course, won't happen, because even though life is futile that doesn't mean that you ever get a chance.

3:54 pm.