laughing faces and happy thoughts surround me, but their still not me. My so called friends always have other things to do, rather than talk to me. I feel like i'v been abandoned on a desert island with nothing but a bottle of fiji water and a birthday card. Even my friends on the internet don't want to talk to me. I'm a good person, I'm a good friend, and I'm fun to hang out with. And yet the whole of humanity turns it's towering back on me. So here I am, fully medicated, and still utterly depressed. I'm sitting on my roof right now, watching the world pass by with every passing hour, and nothing changes. Nothing ever changes in this stupid town, not the mail man, not the parents, not the kids, not the school, no one. I am in need of the summer to come for me soo bad. I am in such desperation for an adventure away from minnesota. Away from my nutcase mom, away from my zoloft, everything. I just want to take the car to the middle of nowhere and meet some strangers and do something with my life other than homework. Yea, yea, homework is just a stepping stone, bla bla bla, im just sick of it all. My life is just like a christmas special, cute at first, but it plays every year, and turns people off to such a level that they'd rather watch sports. and so they change the channel. I wish i could just change the channel, it would be so wonderful if i culd have the "almighty remote of life" and fastforward to college when i get out of this hell hole and go to live with intelligent people who have only heard of ice fishing and lutefisk, and they're just as happy as I am to be leaving their adolescence and going onto their own adventure. If only. Well, i gotta go, mac n cheese is getting cold... YoUr Confused victim of circumstance, Alonia Demonia