A Fat NO to Human Uniformity

I have just arrived back from Steph's party but under the presumption of mis padres that I had been working on a physics project with Nicole so please shush or you will get me kicked in the face.

It was quite fun, and I enjoyed making an annoying fool out of myself. At moments I feel that I can run all around and act like a crazy animal. It would be a liberating feeling. I kinda accomplished this feat of acting like a crazy animal. I still held on to a serving of restraint though.

And sometimes at moments when nothing is wrong I will feel overwhelmed with depression. I feel like crying in a field of soft grass and moss with no dog poop or bugs.

Tengo una problema en mi familia no me gusta. Espero que escapar esta problema pero hay no otra manera. No puedo decir esta problema.

Sometimes I feel as if no one understands me. Kyle comes close to. My parents aren't anywhere near understanding me. Well,but you see there is one person who truly understands me, and that is me. Somehow I must learn to be truly satisfied with this idea. Anyways, if everyone were like me and understood me in and out and thought as I did I would lose my sense of identity and uniqueness and feel horribly bored with the uniformity of humanity.