this is home this is where i go this is my playtime this is the past this is my time
 
20 March 2002

This has got to be the worst year of my life. Today I realized I simply can't respect many of the people here and I don't care about their opinions at all. It has mainly to do with certain people's drug use. I don't care if you do drugs, really I don't. I just care if other people worship you for it. Besides that, my eyes hurt from my contacts, school is oppressive, and there is no light in my life. This is depressing, but everyone's entitled to their bad days (year), right?