I am not excited about our camping trip tomorrow. And I know most of us are not that excited too, 'cause this is kind of a last minute activity. Who the hell cares about that stupid trip anyway?! It's just a dumb trip, nothing more. I should stay at home and do nothing. I don't know exactly what should I feel nowadays. Sometimes I get excited over something, and the next, I'm not. It's pretty stupid. I feel lifeless, I have no one at all. It's been fun acting like I'm okay when I'm actually not. I have no best friends to talk to actually. It's quite depressing when I thought about it again, and again. I think that's the main reason why I started to write again. I bring my book and pen everywhere and write it at anytime of the day. What happens when my book is full of words? I'll burn them, just like the old ones, hoping that all the old and bad memories will turn into ashes. It's not exactly a good idea, 'cause those old memories will never leave me, and they will haunt me for the rest of my life. But, I'm still going to do it, I just want to believe that burning the book could make those memories fade away.