About the right time for the beginning of the year depression. At least it will all be over soon, right? I'm beginning to realize that I really don't connect with any of these people. I havn't really got much of an identity. Roommates have managed to borrow them all. I'm not the cook. Not the athlete. Not the writer. Not the smart one. Not even really that fun to be around anymore. I am frusterated. I am angry. I am awkward. I am a stupid, ugly, forgetful, clumsey, try-hard. Must mostly I'm just lonely. But it's alright.

Cause I'll be okay.
I'll be alone.
But I'll be okay.

-CR

And with that, he pulled on his coat, pulled down his hat, and walked out. Forever.