Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up: These are the best days of our lives.

I have recently been consumed by indifference. It's kind of sad really. I am surrounded by friends who I know I can rely on for anything, yet I find it hard to confide in any of them. Not because I can't trust them. It's more like I don't want to burden anyone. So this seems like a much better outlet.

Cabin fever is starting to kick in. Other then going to school, I have only left my house once since I got sick. Communication with people other then my immediate family is very scarce, and I think the lack of contact with my band, my friends and Gina (my girl friend) is starting to drive me a little mad. I started smoking cigarettes again. I can't even explain why. I had no urge to smoke. Maybe I am just really stressed and playing my guitar isn't sufficing. Who knows?

Out of all my friends I miss Hannah the most. I am in need for one of our late night talks on the swings. I think I am going to take a personal weekend to Jersey to visit her soon. I swear this is like a cliche love story, only in the end we are right back where we started.

The semester just started and I am ready for it to be over. How sad? Not that I dislike school, I just long for summer. I long for the days that start at sundown and end at sunrise. I long for tour.

I think I have rambled enough. I will end with the second half of the lyrics in the title:

The only thing that matters
is just following your heart
and eventually you'll finally get it right.