It's my dad's birthday today...

I called him already to wish him a pleasant day, since I work in about an hour and 15 minutes so I can't go home tonight. He's a good person, and I love my family more than they'll every know.

I've been accused of being a secretive person. But I do talk. I talk a lot, you just have to know when to listen.

Everything is disjoint right now. How can you feel alone and overwhelmed at the same time? How can you want a hamburger and a salad at the same time too? It just doesn't make any sense. I've tried to figure everything out, to fix what I've broken, but it just doesn't seem to fit. I wish I knew how to make the world a better place for me and those around me, but it seems it's systematically set up to make things difficult. If I could go back to the start of last summer, I could fix everything, I know it. I know everything would be better if I'd had enough foresight to steer things in a different direction. Maybe some of my life could have stayed the same.

Sabrina says it's that I'm growing up, and that's what sucks. I think I'm inclined to agree. Who knows? Oh well. Happy Birthday, Dad.

Precious - Depeche Mode