i'm not sure how, in the span of several hours, i can go from telling lani i'm excited about everything upcoming in my life to inexplicably feeling.. out of sorts.

i wish my feelings were always founded on something.

so i took a drive. that usually helps. scream/sang along with a mixed cd of mostly depressing songs, upbeat ryan adams, and sarcastic aimee mann.

i'm still feeling somewhat out of sorts.

i still don't know why.

i guess i'm tired of being in marietta, that's all. and aware that once the magic of new scenery wears off, summer break isn't going to be all that grand, either. i'm tired of my routine and i don't want to trade it in for a new one. i'm tired. i don't know what i want.

i thought driving would help me sort this out. and i guess i thought writing here would, too. but it's not.

if i knew all the words, i would write myself out of here...
jason mraz