Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing.

I can't wait for summer, I can't wait to get away. My heart's not in this. Jack Johnson fills my ears, helping me to remember who I am. To not give up hope. I don't know who to trust anymore. I don't know what to do. My mind is on one topic, when it functions. My work is half-assed, I just don't care anymore. I'm starting a new journal. I'll start it when I finish switching rooms. Maybe it'll help me figure out who I am, and what I want to be. They say April showers bring May flowers. Well, bring on the rain.