I hate when people try to sound deep. But they're really not. I'm much more interested in things that come straight from the heart, or are your thoughts, not something completely overanalyzed in your mind to sound deep enough to impress someone good. Because that's just sad. If what you really think isn't impressive enough, then fuck it. Why impress them anyway?

Sam bought silver pants on Sunday. I think I may have come to terms with some stuff. And I've realized that I lied when I said the medication wasn't working. Because a day off of it was like a hammer to the emotion control center or something. I'm surprised I didn't shut down completely. I could sleep right now. But I won't, because I'm attempting this whole "good student" thing.