High school. Another day, another problem. Headaches, homework, it never changes. The teachers pretend like they enjoy what they do, but every one knows they want to put a pistol to their own head just as much as the next guy. Why even bother trying to hide it? We're all going to die one day anyway. I could use a little excitement. Life today is so predictable. I wonder when my pathetic life will actually start to mean something because right now, I'm feeling like a sack of garbage. Unwanted, unloved. I wish life wasn't so predictable. I wish I could be surprised just once. I wish something interesting would happen. I wish a lot of things would happen. Too bad I don't really believe in the magic of shooting stars.