I have no idea what I'm going to say right now. Is that refreshing? Not if you read my diary, I suppose. I can't begin to express the car sickness that is occupying my brain right now, and I know what you are thinking and, no, you're wrong.

Why care? Stupid question. You care, or you don't, but why ask why? That's like asking "Why is the goddamned fucking sky blue?" I am confused and worked up, but it is not productive because trying to understand other people is a very frustrating endeavor. So, as for now, I give up.