Doesn't it seem...

Doesn't it seem like most of my misery ends up here? Every once in a while I remember I once blogged every day, and that maybe I should try that again. So here I am, writing about absolutely nothing, slowly fitting better and better into the stereotypical teenage loser mold. My brother annoys the shit out of me, my parents are...strange, and I depend on my friends who seem to be there: but really aren't.

I miss the times when there was a world to conquer and nothing to be lost. Somehow I have entered a world where there is nothing to gain but another problem to be fixed.

If there is some magic out there, may I borrow it?