Insanity

is repeating the same thing over and over again expecting the same results.

Peoples' lives are insanity.
I'm not insane. I'm going crazy from the truth though.

It's been forever since I've written anything. Freakin' school. My aunt's on my nuts all the time for me to get my home school work done. My mom has always been a quiet rebel and she wants me to just drop it and go to summer school. Yet again she's putting off calling the guidance counselor. Always does. I can't wait to socialize. I'm so ADHD now it's not even funny. I need change. I've never realized it before but I feel it now. I had a creative burst and I couldn't find my sketchbook so I just doodled on my desk. It looks amazing though. And the mural on my bedroom wall is coming along fine. I just wish I had the motivation to work on it daily. It would probably get done a lot faster but now it's only the top half of Alice. I'm learning to play guitar. Fail. Now I'm hungry. And sleepy. And I'm still on the phone with Brittany. I hate boredom. It leads to depression and anger. I want to drive. I want to go to the beach and be able to explore nature. I want to be able to see my friends and meet new people. I want to go on adventures and see new cultures. Why can't I now? Because I'm a kid. Somebody take me there. Walk me there. Fly me there. Drive me. Not later. Now. Before I'm driven to insanity.