Maybe there's no room for school. Maybe there's no time. I don't want to be left behind, so that I'm not on the same plane as my friends... I don't want to be the one tied down by responsibilities. I want to be free.

I want to fucking travel the country. I want to fucking see the world. I want to fucking make an adventure of it. I fucking want to live. But... I see what's in front of me. I've got to do this college thing. I've got to be in the system... or something. I want to, for some reason.

I feel like I'm losing my friends. I feel like I'm losing Max.

So confusing... this world is like a disease. No, not really. It isn't really. I can't help thinking you have to find happiness within yourself, like Achilles in the Iliad. Be perplexed, like Socrates...

I want to make music.