Everything...

[Mannequin]

I guess it doesn't really matter that I'm writing here again. I've done it plenty of times. I feel like a 65 year old man. I've been to the future, experienced everything I will ever...there's nothing left. The future is predictable. Twisted moments of happy and sad fate....mostly sad though. If my life was a song, melancholy would be the tune. My ambitions are useless when I'm desirous of nothing in particular. I'm just a flat object. I have no dimensional promises and can only view this place in one way...and its not good. I guess im done complaining now. Not like anyone can fix it here anyways.

[byee]

Well, I suppose it's good that you're not really 65, then, huh? Plenty of time to make sure that when you reach that ripe old age, you'll look back on that life of yours differently than you do now as the time traveller.

Adolescence is temporary, whatever it is that youre going thru isnt forever.. The future is yet to be written, and you're the author.

Go sharpen your pencil.

[Paddy.]

Hello.
I'm sure there are some thing's too look foward too, Have you got any plans for the future? say a career goal or hobby?

Having somthing to focus on really helps when your feelings abit down?
Rugby league/unions, football - Boxing. I reccomend drama (a very good way to express your feelings)