I keep forgetting what I'm going to say. A recurring theme in my life, you might say. I have so many thoughts floating around in the void yet it's impossible to keep a hold on any one of them.

Well, some things.... Too much death, suicide, depression. It makes one sad. There was a moment of silence for Sheldon (if that's how you spell his name) but they never mentioned that he killed himself. I was telling Ali how my spanish oral was going to be on suicide, and she mentioned that. Ryan knew him from lacrosse apparently. But, two other kids have committed suicide, as well, and it makes you worry sometimes.

Mr. Rogers died today as well. With him dies a little piece of my childhood. A lot of childhoods, really.

I did some homework today, but it's hard to find the motivation to. That's what I need, motivation. Kind of hard to find though, is the problem. For a while now I've been utterly lacking of the stuff. I don't know why, precisely. Maybe if I just start trying again it'll come back naturally. Like, you can't obtain knowledge unless you know something, you can't get less shy without making friends, you can't get happy unless you are happy. A catch-22, but not quite, because you just need a little push to start it. The little push, however, is really hard to do.