IF YOU START READING THIS, PLEASE I BEG YOU, DON'T STOP UNTIL THERE IS NOT A PERIOD YOU HAVEN'T INADVERTENTLY SEEN.

I am not really sure why I am writing this. I feel like I have got problems on my mind that have nothing to do with me. It’s strange. I don't know what I am doing right now. I am just sitting here, typing and listening to Everlong by Foo Fighters. What am I doing? Would someone tell me please? Where I am going? And where the hell is my destination? I haven't even planed 5 nano seconds in advance.

My life is going great, but I still feel like shit. I can't ask out the girl of my dreams, I have ODed on webcomics, I can't draw correctly, I have to read for up and coming school, and I just can't find the motivation to do anything else.

I ... I-I have always had one dream. It’s not the dream job or the dream girl or the dream life, just one thing I would always like to do. No, not go to Paris or some shit (been there, it sucks). What I have always wanted to do is just lie on my back, on top of a green hill lush with grass and a tree a little ways behind me. I just want to lay there and watch the clouds until they become the stars and the moon, and still just lay there until the morning comes again. I just want to sit there and imagine what the world could be. I have never seen a hill like this in all my life, no where that could be so serene. This world is chaos in its true form, with rays of hope shining threw the clouds. For those few who read this, I want you to do something for me, a personal favor if you would. I want you to get up off you're asses and go out into the world and make a difference. Cure cancer, write a book, inspire someone, help an old lady across the street, I personally don't care. Just once you do, I want you to tell that person one thing. Tell them to pass it on. Tell them to spread the kindness to someone else and tell them to keeping passing it on. Give and don't take. This probably won't work, cause in truth, I barely help other people myself. I am the worst person I know. No, I am not going emo on yall, I just feel that way right now. No amount of TV or games or TWEWY will change my mood. Heh, that's strange, just heard a police officer go by. That man or woman in that car, their doing their part. They don't want that perfect life style; they want to do their job. So I ask you (and I promise, I am almost done ranting) what’s your place, your part, your job, your self-proclaimed duty, and most of all, what’s your dream? If you want no part in this, then be my guest to just leave the party. For all I know, this is just the ranting of a momentarily-depressed 16 year old boy. But listen up and listen good! I might never get my dream to come true, but the thing that would make happier then my dream coming true, is watching yours come true.

I feel like I am typing some shitty movie idea. I wish that everyone could read this.

PS: This is an edited journal entry of mine, so there might be parts that sound weird.