Everyone idealizes their lives. When i look back at the old (actual) journal i had i saw a disturbing trend of mundanity. I'm sure if i actually kept all my thoughts here i would see one here too. I want to do something with my life; the mediocrity of my current one is overwhelming. And I know it's not just mine.

To be terribly honest, i feel like i'm alone even though I talk to other people. I'm stuck up, I know, and i'm too critical of other people, i know, but i have trouble acquainting myself with people who i know won't ever be close to me. At the same time, i'm not in a position to have any good friends because no one really knows me. That's probably a bad decision on my part. Hemingway is a good author check him out and don't just read old man and the sea