I've tried to avoid writing in this thing for quite some time now, but the more I read over my previous entries, the more I feel like I have to excuse myself for putting those things in here. It wouldn't mean much to delete them because, for all intents and purposes, it is interesting to look back on myself in the past and recall my frame of mind during that time, albeit it tends to be pretty negative. It's not like embracing the negative on a public journal is despicable, but it certainly comes off as being needy.

As of late, I have dropped out of a college, but I've been accepted to a better one for the spring semester. I work a part-time job, despite desiring more hours. What else? Not much else, really. I spend all day on the Internet and live in a constant state of paranoia, generally blowing up miniscule issues. It could be a desire to justify any sort of meaning in an otherwise mundane existance, but in any case, it often does more damage than development on my mental state. Luckily, I'm going to New York City for New Year's Eve. This is currently the big thing going on in my life, for better or for worse.

 The trend appears to be that I make one journal entry a year, so I will probably continue this tradition for next year, provided I remember.