Right now as I'm drinking this strange Italian coffee I am contiplating my life. It feels so strange and empty in my house as my sister and dad are out of town and my mother is still asleep. Its so quiet and lonely, it kinda scary. The thing about my house is that I think it haunted. Not like the ghost is mean or evil (none evidence to the contrary yet) but it is very unnerving to be constently...

As I listen to those lyrics blaring in my ear at the moment. I come to a concusion that I should do a journal. Don't ask me why that song made me realize this, because I don't even know myself. My life is a simple one (border-line boring) but my mind is jumbled chaos. At the moment I really feel like writing about my Fourth of July holiday.Let me make this clear now, my family is normal, they...