If this is what we want, then why is there so much pain?

I am no longer controlled by my brain because it has been overthrown. Rather, I find myself once again led by forces unseen, going down a road I have travelled before. Where it leads this time I do not know. I want to run, but I’m too scared to. So I take it one step at a time, one day at time, but soon, the days will run out, and I might never get to the end of that road.

I performed with Jube! for the last time ever today. This is not happy. It’s very sad. The hardest part about leaving Columbia will be never again doing what I’ve grown to love with retards I’ve learned to love.

On another note:
My vision has changed.
They sense it.
But what happens now?

I get 5 hours of sleep, go to Yankees game to watch them lose in the 10th, get pigeon poop on my jeans, come back to my room, my allergies kick into high gear, and now my eyeballs are so itchy I want to rip them out.

Hey, only one more day of school left… EVER(for now)! =)