Hey girl,

Man I wish we were born fifty years ago. Or maybe not. I don't really know what I'm talking about. I just don't like *this*. And I'm gesturing right now, if you can't tell. I'm gesturing at all of it. Everything in front of me. I'm tired of this laptop. I'm tired of this screen. I'm tired of this text. I'm tired of knowing that typing is easier and faster than writing. I'm tired of it. [REDACTED]. I just don't want to do it anymore. I'm tired of school. I'm tired of life. I'm tired of waking up each day and knowing that I won't accomplish what I want. I'm tired of heading to bed to escape, knowing that once I close my eyes, I will wake up late the next day. I'm tired of treading water -- and I do it to myself. I'm tired of the mess of content that is the Internet. I'm tired of caring. I'm tired of people caring. The world is going nowhere fast. And I mean that. The world is going nowhere. It's accelerating in its pace to nowhereness. [REDACTED], where are you heading? Because I think I am heading to my grave. Each dawn is hellish. I wake up and await for some strange consequence to tackle me today -- or some slight on the world's part to proffer a short-lived joy. Sorry if this got a little melodramtic. I'm tired.