Days Gone By: The First Post

...but hopefully not the last. What is this, anyways? Where am I? What's going on? Who is reading this? Writing this?
No one.
That's what I was going to call this blog. No one. Then, Nothing. Then? Yesterday. Then, I thought about what I plan on writing here.
What happens.

When days go by.

What do I feel by the end of the day? Well, it's just like all the others: it's gone now. Same thing on a different day. C'est la vie -- A smart kid said that to me the other day. I'd like to call him a friend of mine, but that may be overreaching. Either way, it's worth reading. It's what made me do this... and I feel as though it's just taking an idea of his.

Why is it that I stay up so late? I only hurt myself in it. I can't just sit like the others.

I wish I could. All of the sounds around me are blinding me as they demand my attention, because yes, Jena needs sleep now. Maybe she'll come up again... and at 11:43, here I am.
Sitting.
In my room.
Baltic.

"Every time I'm with you, I think of drugs." I am not sure if this is a good thing, but there it is, floating past my eyeballs and into the wall to my left. What I wouldn't give for silence. Even a minute. But there isn't any.
Hopefully, not everything I post will be this way. Not so... jumpy. So hectic. So awful. I just needed to introduce myself, and it seems that I can never get rid of a first impression, so here I go: