And now that everyone's updated:

I've been reading a lot lately. But the only books I find myself picking up are the ones I've already read. Books from high school mainly, because I so long for a feeling of nostalgia, I guess because I need something familiar to cling to. I'm really quite lonely since my only friends are now Marshall and Adam, so I keep on rereading what I've already read, and I think I'll continue to do so until I make some friends or find some direction. (Wow! that was quite a sentence.) I've lost all my direction, and I keep on trying to find a new one. Hopefully it will pan out, because a leaf with no branch is left to wither, and I'm just not ready to wither.

I think the second worst thing of all of this is that my parents were so proud of me.

My dad mainly, He was so fucking proud of me and I felt like I was really where I was supposed to be, and now I don't have any immediate goals.

My confidence is lost and now I have nothing of value to say or contribute.

I loved feeling needed and useful, I loved feeling appreciated and valued.

But life goes on I suppose, just now everything is a little more dull,

a little more sad, and a lot more empty.