I just don't know anymore. It's like I'm just waiting for my life to ya know start. Here I am 17, a good student, poor as a field mouse and with what feels like few people (if any) I can say honestly understand me. I'm sorry I'm getting emo I'm on ,y period but I don't know I just feel so unaccomplished and empty. My so called best friend is acting brand new, I'm envious of my in college sister, and my parents never liked me, etc. I don't know what brought these feelings on all of a sudden. Well maybe that's a lie. I was looking though Steven Tyler autobiography trying to decide if I should get it and it really depressed me seeing how much he's done with his life and how little I've done with mines. Well to be fair he's 63 and had nothing but luck but still. I hell I don't know. I'm feeling anxious, lonely, sad, and tiny bit hopeful. I just want to be successful basically. What what does success mean? I don't know. I'm going to try to figure it out.