I haven't felt like this in awhile, but I recognized the feeling when it hit me. That feeling of "I hate everyone and everything" for no real reason. I try to ignore it but it weighs on me. I don't like it, but I've been in a weird mood that's fueled by it. It's like something is missing from my life but I can't figure out what it is. I'm independent and I love my freedom, but lately am miserable. I've also been half assing school assignments and staying in on weekends. It's not what I'm used to but it's become routine now. I don't intend on changing, nor do I see anything ahead that would make me want to. I don't know what I want. I don't know what will make me happy. A person? New shoes? A long apology? More weed? Chocolate? Lately the only true happiness I find is running, spending money and listening to music. I think I think too much. I'm confused. I'm not as happy as I could be and it sucks because I used to be. Wish I could build a time machine. —Diced Pineapples