I have no idea what to write about. All I know is that I have to write about something, someone, something. Just get some things out that I haven't been able to get out in a really long time. I have to study still, so I'm leaving at like 7, that gives me an hour to discuss things that bother me. As I sit here with my headphones on and music blaring in my ears. I know why me and my roommate are so different. We have complete things that are just compeltely different. It's hard to sit here and make comments about things, she's here to succeed to make it. I'm here to make sure I get through this and get the things in that one day I'm where I want to be. This fucking year hasn't sunk in in the least. I think that's funny. Because I just don't see myself getting anywhere later in life. I don't see myself changing much more than what I already am. Fuck. I just can't think. That's all. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. This sucks.