8-2-98: Too Much Procrastination And Madness
I desperately need to read my last summer reading book for school, and take notes on it. Instead, I'm once again on the Internet.
I don't know...maybe school will be good for me. I won't be such a slacker, and hardly do anything all day. I want to make new friends, get the same grades I did last year, and basically have the time of my life. But I feel so pressured to do certain things all the time at school that I just don't know if I'm going to just scream my way through the Hell I might find there.
I just feel like I have to do so much, when all I want to do is sit or lay down and write poems, stories, or my feelings. I feel content writing down my words, and I also feel that way when I'm with my friends. Maybe not all the time, but occasionally I just feel so special and happy when I'm with them.