A story

A man told a kid this story, and eventually all of the kids around him started to hear the story as well, and before you know it.. the kid was famous for some story he knew. It's march 12th and I'm already thinking about Christmas again.. perhaps I shall put on Home Alone 1 tonight.. sounds right. Today was fun, sat around and looked at all my sweet drawings I'm creating for this project i'm doing. The video is all complete, and it'll all make sense here in another month.

You know that feeling when you've spent so much of your mental energy, that you just can't think anymore, you kind of just shut off.. and zone out? It's a crazy feeling, very empty, very unfulfilling, and very scared. That the whole world is crashing in around you, and you are stuck in this little room of blank walls, and you can't get out. Life is going to pass me by and I'll be stuck in a little room my whole life. Simple answer to this problem, but at the time of the problem, the answer isn't there. Oh how we all wish it was, but it never comes. People like me, we'll analyze every moment until we are happy with every second we have. Making sure that good things come my way, that I'm breathing close to the top, instead of suffocating at the bottom. I don't feel as if I'm apart of this wonderful little rat race, but at the same time, I feel as if I have no choice but to either watch it or be in it. Watching it makes me pissed off, because I bitch about how good things should be, but being in the rat race just makes me empty. I feel as though so many other people feel like this. Yet, we won't give up our wonderful neccessities to make our lives a little less work-related. hey, let's go get an orange frapuccino at starhumperbucks.