talking to other people sometimes make you realise things about yourself-

I can't stand being alone.

If there were ever some insane person running around her office building, her heels in her hands, that would be me. But even then, it will not be enough to keep me awake.

I've long forgotten the inspiration you can find in novels.

"Everyone is responsible for the page-turning tempo of his or her Life Story," Dad said, scratching his jaw thoughtfully, arranging the limp collar of his chambray shirt. "Even if you have your Magnificient Reason, it could still be dull as Nebraska and that's no one's fault but your own. Well, if you feel it's miles of cornfields, find something to believe in other than yourself, preferably a cause without the stench of hypocrisy, and then charge yourself into battle. There's a reason they still put Che Guevara on T-shirts, why people still whisper about The Nightwatchmen when there's been no evidence of their exsistence for twenty years."

- Special Topics in Calamity Physics, by Marisha Pessl

I think I might still be at the same place as I was last year.

...dumbass.

According to this, I should write about how I feel.

I feel tired.
I feel neglected.
I feel ridiculous.
I feel stupid.
I feel confused.
I feel excited.
I feel passionate.
I feel like watching that movie they are talking about.