Life is so trivial.

I'm in a post-Gatsby mood right now, so ignore me. Life just seems so trivial. What is it that we're all living for? We get up and do what we do. Come home and do homework. Spend the weekends at SAT class and doing hw and trying to amuse ourselves in any way possible. What is it for anyway? What does it mean to be happy?

People are so different. I don't understand how a dress and how they look can be so important to someone. I don't understand how people are satisfied with their lives. Is that all you want from life? Is this all we're meant for?

I look once more just around the river bend. Don't know what for.

I don't know... maybe I'm just lonely. I hate taking the bus. I hate my classes. I hate trying to guess at what people are thinking and wishing I knew what they wanted me to be. I hate being in this mood that I'm in.

*listens to Into the West*
I miss Tolkien.