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Mom wants to do something on May 1^st but I don't know.

I've been so... I don't even know what lately. But I'm always like that, aren't I?

I have some plans but I give up on them. That's how it always goes with me. It's a bit of a surprise that I haven't given up on this already.

It's late; it's not all that late but it feels late. I can never really tell what time. I don't have anything to say; I have a lot to say but I don't want to.

I told myself that I'd keep at this. Maybe at least once I can keep a promise to myself; even if it doesn't mean a thing. I'm changing my opinions on a lot of things and I don't know how I feel about that yet.

Maybe at some point I'll grow up but as it is right now I'm stuck in a holding pattern. Yes, it's been like that for a while. Yes, it's a problem. I don't know how to ask for help and I don't know how to help myself; I don't think that I could.

Do I say too much of nothing? Whatever, it doesn't really matter to anyone least of all me.