Seeing as the world is going to end on Wednesday, I thought it would be best to try and squeeze one more entry in before we all get sucked into a black hole.

I have been ridiculously depressed for the past few days. To the bone, it feels like. It seems to be the usual case of "Chris isn't ever happy with what he has," that never gets taken seriously. But that's alright. I think I can manage. Maybe.

I hate coming home late at night. I've been calling it the walk of shame. From my car to the front door. Walking past a half dozen other apartments. A half dozen other people with friends over, social gatherings, laughs. A half dozen other lives I'd rather have. Coming home to this dark apartment. It's really beating me down.

I've been looking for a shoulder to cry on, but it's frustrating. All my friends are scattered around the country. LA, Texas, Pensylvania... and now London.

I talked to Sarah for a little while today. It was somehow the best part of the day. Except for the parts when she tries to guilt me into visiting her. Crazy thing is, I've been considering it. Emphasis on the word crazy. What's another thousand dollars of debt? Right?

No apologies this time.

The rest of the week may be moving by pretty slowly. I think I'm going to a baseball game tomorrow... it might be next week though now that I think about it. My dad would have reminded me. I'm still going up to see Charrmaine on Friday. I think I already know how that night's going to end.

I've been toying with the idea of going up to Disneyland by myself. Definitely one of those things I've always kinda wanted to do, but never have. Just me and my camera, and all the time in the world.

Provided the world doesn't implode on itself.

Goodnight Moon.
"Go with the flow," she said.