midjune05

I make this entry primarily for continuity's sake. For over a year,
I've kept an insightful journal of my life; I may as well continue.
But, honestly, I'm quite depressed lately.
Often, I think back on my life and try to make sense of it all. In my
elementary school years, I suppose I was rebellious, naturally
resentful of the authoritarianism I saw in school and what not. But at
the same time, I was an enthusiastic sponge for the interesting stories
that came my way.
What it all comes down to is that I can't make sense of my past.
Somehow I got past all of the intricate hoops our society puts up but I
can't say that I ever understood the game... or really wanted to
participate.