I hate nights like these.. Why do they happen so often?
I'm cold, I should close the window or something. I don't have much to talk about I guess. I'm feeling really upset in a way.. I don't understand my life.
I like to think that everything happens for a reason, but sometimes I just don't understand the reasons. I wish I did though, I wish I had a book or a movie about my life, so I could just watch/read it and know what's going to happen.
I'm going to bed.