time: 3:10 p.m.
about: what's the point
I've written just four entries (five, now) since Katie and I broke up. How sad is that? I neglect this thing entirely too much. But I've been questioning it a lot lately. Mostly I've been trying to figure out the point of writing here. I mean, really, what's the point? Anyone? I don't actually know who reads this anymore other than Katie M., Brett, and Stephanie (and I'm not sure any of them read it anymore, either). But my life has just been moving so fast that there's no possible way to record it all. Everything has just become too monotonous in the realm of writing. I might be in a different part of my life, but I'm still going to the same school, still hating the same teachers, still doing the same stupid crap with my friends, still pathetically wishing I had a girlfriend. What's the point anymore? Everyone's read it. Everyone's read my millions of discussions on music, everyone's read my Lindbergh escapades, everyone's read my anger-filled rants toward my computer. So here's what I'm going to do. This is now going to become a question and answer session. You e-mail me a question and I'll answer it. With a long essay, if I can. That way, I know that you haven't read it before, because (duh) you're wondering about it. So there you go. Now all the pressure's on you and I have a scapegoat for those who complain to me about how I don't write anymore.
Scapegoats rule,
Drew
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