Another lonely night spent in front of a computer and unable to sleep. Seriously, I think I have severe problems. If there was just one night I could actually go to sleep at a decent time maybe I wouldn't feel so empty inside every morning when I wake up. Or maybe that empty feeling is for some other reason, how the fuck am I supposed to know? Maybe I am just lonely and tired of being bossed around, and worried about my dad and the state of everything in general. Because even now, when everything seems to be going so good for me there are still underlying problems that ruin my happiness. And now I am moving -yet again- and I am tired of the bullshit. It seems like all I have been doing for the past six months is moving, here, there, back, and it never ends. I wish there was someone to tell me everything is going to be okay and it will work out in the end, but even if there was I wouldn't believe them. I haven't been happy in so long, I'm afraid I don't even know what it feels like anymore. And why am I even feeling this way? I'm doing okay, better than I have in a long time. I am not as fixated on the past as I used to be, but there is nothing in the future to look forward to and I am still stuck in my steady systematic decline. If only there was someone I could admit it all to, is there anybody out there? God, this is fuct up!