Maybe I should start writing again. Soon, in October, I will be living in this house alone. Drew might be my roomate, and if not I will try to find somebody else. But it's about time that I rely on myself I guess. I tried dieting for about a week and a half for reasons that are beyond explanation. That didn't really work out. So of course I am back to eating crappy and not wanting to work out. All I want to do is watch movies. I fear that happiness is something that I am unable to accomplish fully, because no matter what I do, there is always something that makes me unhappy. Maybe when I die, I will go someplace that achieves the level of ultimate happiness. Until then, I have to dine on the things that make me happy. Things like food, movies, family and friends. I don't even know what I am writing about.