I didn't write on new year's ... I was up north at my uncle's for the day.

Plus, I didn't want to write resolutions : I've always broken them. There was a lot of stuff in there about not procrastinating anymore and trying to feel better about myself ... crap.

I feel ... empty. I need to go back to school, to get back in the routine, because at least at school sometimes I'm angry, or stressed. I feel something, instead of this emptiness I've been lounging around in for the past few days ...

I know I have tons of work to do before school starts again, and yet that does nothing to me. I just got up to clean my room, which I usually like to do, and I just couldn't. Tore all the stuff out of my closet and left it there, came to sit, to type. The middle of the night used to be my kingdom, my haven, my home. Now I just wish ...

I just wish ... on a falling star ... on a time of day ... on a rainbow ...

Where's my pot of gold?

T minus two days until I'm back at school.