It’s 4:15PM on my watch. I feel like the day’s already over. How disappointing. I so wanted to do something with it. I drove dad to work. I had an attitude. I regret it, and why do I have this edge to my voice? I hear myself talking and I wonder what my tone actually has to do with the situation. I’m a movie. I see things happen, and from the audience I yell at myself for being what I am. I wish I could hang out with someone, or feel like I could enjoy things. Maybe it’s this computer. Maybe it’s everything I was just READING. Who knows. I’ve got this sour attitude.