I can not think of anything to put in this Journal right now, maybe later... Nope I still got nothing. Now I'm watching a spider crawl across the carpet... it's gone. So.. so bored. Why? I don't know nobody loves you. Why do I have the ability to never care for or about someone or something? If I do care I can stop. Why? Why do I think of killing every one that speaks to me the first time we talk? Why am I so laid back that if I'm being punished for anything it doesn't bother me? Why do I choose to listen when I can't help? Why do I try my best to show nothing of emotions, and fail? When someone pisses me off why don't I just attack them instead of bottling my anger for later so then I get pleasure out of hurting the ones I hate? Why will I die for the sadly few I do care about? I still can't think of any thing to write in this journal entry.