It’s 5:20 in the morning and I haven’t slept yet. I feel like writing something but I don’t know what. I’m feeling a lot of things right now. Fear, hope, just questioning a lot of things. You know, those times when you wonder if you can do it. It? I dunno. I don’t even know what “it” is but I wonder sometimes if I can obtain it. I have these moments every now and then, I know you do too. What am I heading towards exactly? I miss my godmother. She was cool. So nice. Saw my light. And then she left. But it happens, right? Right. Does Rocio think about me? The way she acted I would think not. Does she use our old jokes with the new guy? Ha, maybe. There were some good ones. The bandage is on tight. You’ll get that one later. I wish we would all be nicer to each other. Wish that we could all co-exist. Wish those kids could get their free schooling. Why does the government think they own the Earth? I guess because they were the first to think of it. We were all second and third and thus, too late. Now we have to get permission to travel around land that was here before any of us were blueprints of a thought. Dunno how that works. I wanna get out though, just dunno how yet. It’s funny. When I get enough sleep, I fall right back in line. Get on the bus and don’t say anything, just like everyone else, get on the train and don’t say anything like everyone else. Right in line with whatever this world is, that we live in. But when I’m tired, I don’t care. I do what I want. Talk loud, make faces. Maybe I’m different because I actually do these things after I’ve gotten sleep as well…Meh. Break the mold. Yea. I wonder, in order to get “out”, do I have to give “it” up? I guess. After I sleep and get up, this will seem like gibberish, but right now, at this very moment, it means something. Never forget, but I will. Until I remember again. And then hopefully I’ll have found an answer.