I guess "I don't know" has become my new favourite sentence and response. It's true though, I don't know.
You know that saying, "The more you know, the less you know?" well, I /don't/ know and I guess it's better of that way.
I don't know who my friends are. I don't know what I'm thinking. I don't know what the date is. I don't know what to do. I don't know what time it is. I don't know where to go. I don't know where to be. I don't know where I'm wanted. I don't know where I'm unwanted. I don't know who to trust. I don't know if I can even trust myself. And I don't know what the purpose of this journal is.

-Flower

Sometimes I find myself wishing that life was as easy as Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Stupid wish, though, if you ask me. Life is complicated and that's what makes it worth living, I suppose.
The only part of life that I really don't like is that it's a song that takes two people to play, like Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto No. 3. It's certainly no Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
The good part of life is that you can learn to play it alone anyway, it just takes more effort.
The interesting part of life is that you can use two people to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, even though it's not necessary to play the song... It's like a simple life that induces complication, but it works, right?
So do I want to play Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto No. 3 alone? Or do I want to slide over in my seat and play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with someone else?
Or how about I just screw the piano, send it out the window, and pick up my cello again?
...Or how about I just blow off playing instruments in general and pick up a conducting baton and send all the player's into a spiraling new holocaust? Do what I say, or you all die a very painful death.

I went from:
Where will it take place this time? The closet or bathroom?
Will it hurt more this time?
Will he duct tape my mouth shut, or just stuff a sock in it?
Will he tie my hands behind my back, or just hold them there?

To:
Green or purple marijuana?
Step in front of a bus, or step in front of a subway? (An ironic hippie van wasn't part of the plan.)
Vicodin, flavored Tylenol, or Prozac?
Anorexia or Bulemia? ...Both.

To:
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis... A very long word that has something to do with lung disease.
The pancreas produces insulin.
Mitochondia is an organelle in the cytoplasm of cells.
Formaldehyde is a colorless, gaseous substance of CH2O.

Then over to... Wait.
...Where am I now?
Oh yeah.
The Twinkle Twinkle Little Star duet.

-Rem