Ok so, I was watching this video about two watermelons that lived together and one of them drank a can of beer, when the other told him not too. Well, the guy that was drinking the beer passed out and had a dream about his friend saying he was leaving him.

Sounds like a strange video, but as soon as I heard all that, thoughts flooded my head.

I imagined two people living together, where one was kind of mean and pushy while the other one was nice and stuff. The nice person had a diary that he would write in. This is where bad thoughts came. I imaged that the nice person died, and all that was left was the kind of mean person. I imagined the mean person going on with his life and that he built a big castle out of stuff he found. Then I imagined him just sitting there, crying because his best friend was gone and that he was alone.

Thinking that put a hole in my chest. It's sad yes, but it made me think of myself. I don't really know what to say. I guess I'm just venting. Depression and loneliness I suppose.

So much I want to do. I feel like I'm running out of time but yet, people tell me I'm still young. I don't know what's wrong with me.