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Meh...

I Was Walking Into This Room To Do Something That I Thought Would Be Amazing,
I Sat Down, Put On "Hurt" by Nine-Inch Nails, Then Sat Puzzled In This Chair
Thinking About What I Came Down Here To Do.
I Don't Remember Why I'm Here In The First Place...
What Was I Going To Do?

So, I've Been Sitting Here For Like, An Hour
Listening To Music, Not Knowing Why I Came Down Here
But Not Wanting To Leave In Fear That I Might Remember As
Soon As I Leave. I've Been Tempted To Write Fanfics And Put The
Other Part Of The Story I've Been Writing On Hold, But I Don't Really
Feel Like Writing I've Just Been Replaying The Little Scenes I've
Decided On Keeping In My Head. I've Been Feeling Just, Really Empty
Since Azzi Left. Or Maybe It's Just Teen-Apathy?

Nothing Seems To Excite Me.
I Want To Write, Because It Gives Me Something To Do,
But My Head Tells Me It Won't Be Worth The Effort
And That Any Ideas I Make Will Be Scrapped.
I Wanna Draw, But My Sister Used All The Paper
Printing Out Pictures Of Dakota Fanning.
So, I Woke Up Around 8:00 AM And Just Layed There
'Till 1:38 PM Thinking. Maybe I Think Too Much...But Who Cares?
I Might End Up Making A Total Page Just For Notes...
Just Replaying The Same Information Day-By-Day So I Don't Forget It Is Getting Rather Old, And Nobody Likes Stale Popcorn, Right?

Cherry's Been Offline A Lot, I'm A Little Worried, But I Also Know
That She Does These Things Sometimes, And Has A Life Outside The Internet
Like The Rest Of Us.

You Ever Notice That Sometimes You Can Not Care About Something One Day, Then Go Check It Out A Couple Days Later And Adore It?
I've Done It Numerous Times, I Guess I Just Havn't Noticed It Until Now.

We've Picked Up Soda, New Food, And What-Not Today, Which Is Good, 'Cause
We Were Running Out Of "Rabbit-Food" As My Dad Says.

Speaking Of My Dad, He's Got This Weird Barbeque Thing That He's Doing
He Says That The Meat'll Be Good. I Wonder If He's Just Poking Fun At Me
Since I Don't Eat Meat Anymore? He Does That A Lot, But One Day
I'll Join PETA And Bug Him About How He Hunts And Fishes...Payback...

I'd Made A Plan To Include A Little Black Dog Named Azzi In My
Story, But I Don't Remember How I Was Going To Do It.
I Remember Telling Cherry "Don't Worry About Azzi, I've Got A Plan"
And Now I'm Sitting Here Thinking "Oh Snap, I Don't Got A Plan Anymore."
Maybe I'll Think Of It Tonight When It's Quiet And People Arn't Blaring Eminem
On The Stereo. I Don't Like Eminem...I Think He's Selfish, A Hypocrite, And Overall, Just Incredibly Stupid...But Sometimes We're All Like That I Guess...

It Rained Today, I Put On A Sweater And Went On A Walk.
My Parents Probably Think I'm Stupid Or Something,
But I Remember When I Heard They Killed Azzi I Said:

"I Hope It Rains Soon...The Earth Needs To Cry For Him"

And It Did...
There Wasn't A Grey Cloud In The Sky Either, Just Rain Out Of Nowhere.
I Felt Happy, And I Went Out There In The Middle Of This Huge Rainstorm.

So...
Goodbye For Now.