Dear Journal:

Ah, the joys of a snow day! My jubilation was in my dreams. I slept most of the day. I needed to get back those damned hours of sleep I missed out on with the entire weekend thing going on there. Maybe it’s just the depression getting the best of me. I really don’t know what to say about it, but what I can say is that it’s there…staring me in the face with a perfidious grin that makes the timid squeamish.

Between sleep intervals, I was quite proud to just enjoy spending a mundane day at home; sleep, TV, and more sleep. I love just being able to be a bit of a hermit and stay in my nice home, locked away from the nonchalant world of idiots, lobbyists, and the rest of the morons that attempt to run our society yet screw up big time. I’m beginning to think that you’ve developed this taste within my writing; dark, cynical, and blue. I express my opulent vocabulary in my writing and my darkest thoughts with you. You have been blessed with such a writer as I my dear journal. In the wrong hands, you could do major damage to my person.

Here, I leave no walls up. I leave no barbed wire around nor do I care to arm the landmines in midst of The Game. I am free to wander and roam with my thoughts. Thoughts that some think are just completely gauche, others think are deep in meaning, and thoughts that I personally think and feel but do not portray on the outside. I like to keep my privacy built up. I’ve been hurt too many times by other people. I don’t want it to happen again. One more blow and I could be crushed, though you would never know it. From the red marks on my papers from school, to the angry words that just seem to jut out of my parents mouths, to the soft squeaks of Svetlana…they all affect me in a way that is misunderstood by all, especially Induhviduals.

I’m tired of this monotony. I’m tired of this charade. I’m just freaking tired of everything, and frankly, I want to give up. I can taste the freedom from just letting go of everything and living a carefree life. But I can’t do that; I have a goal in life and as Menohl as my witness I shall not allow anything to get into my way.

Now it’s time for some sleep.

Respectfully Yours,

Dustin T. McCauley, Future Doctor of Pharmacology and Internal Medicine