It's just hard, my friend down at school shares the same feelings and it's like...what's going on with everyone? It's horrible. Most of the time I don't worry because I can throw myself into writing or whatever but at night, my head just gets in the way of everything. I want my life to mean something, I know we're all gonna die but to hear about kids dying or people getting shot and it's like...how is that fair? Not everyone gets to live a full life. Druggies live to be 90 and good people sometimes don't see puberty and it's hard to think where you'll even end up. Sometimes I tell myself I will get to be an old, maybe even see 2100 if I'm lucky...and that is comforting I mean, we should get holograms and hoverboards right? ^^; It is nice to know I'm not alone with my fears, I've done a lot of reading online and have at times considering a therapist but facing them head on seems so daunting...

-sighs-

So...how did your pies turn out?