Spring break is almost over. I've never wanted to go back to school so badly. I need a break from myself. The more time I have to myself, the more I think I'll lose my mind. I think Vincent Van Gogh got it right. When I look in his eyes, I see insecurity. I see myself. Vincent said that death was the path to the stars. Don't we all want the stars? I know I do. My life is standing still, and dreaming isn't moving me like it used to. I need something more. I can't live like this much longer.
