It really is better for me to sleep in the evening and wake up in the middle of the night to do homework. I feel so much happier and alert when I'm the only one in the house still awake. I love my parents and I love their company, but for the most part, I've learned to enjoy doing things myself. I guess I prefer to do things on my own if I have a choice, but I would get really lonely if I had no one to share my thoughts with.

I like to say what I think as long as the comment doesn't harm anyone. That's why I'm so random. I see something, that something envokes an old memory or a thought that leads to another thought, and so on. I want people to laugh at things that I find funny because it's never fun to laugh alone. When it comes down to it, I want to share happy moments with people because I feel like happiness is contagious. But I always want to be alone these days because there really isn't a lot of excitement in my life.

I intended to write about how much I loved the tranquility and quiet of being awake in the middle of the night. But I'm getting pretty tired right now. I should not have turned on the computer and surfed websites for two hours before deciding to start hw.

It's weird that I no longer share practically every aspect of my life with any of my friends. I've become so much more reserved over the years because there was no mutual effort with my friends to stay close to each other. It was initially my fault, but growing up definitely includes growing apart. Like, crap! I don't have anyone I tell EVERYTHING to. So if I died today, there would not be a single person that can write a well rounded ulogy (too lazy to look up spelling) about me. Why do I always have to think of stuff so depressing?