One Week Left

My parents bought me a mortar and pestle. I was very excited.

I wonder sometimes why I stay where I am at these days. It's nothing bad, I promise; I like it all. A lot, but I have problems with certain feelings... Sometimes I just want to be alone, but still feel loved, and when you're alone, then you can't feel that way. *shrug* I just thought I'd say something about it. I've got a lot to write about, I just don't feel like venting it out right now. And my eyes feel wierd... I just want to sleep, I think.

School starts soon...