Things are wooshing past right now, and I only seem to catch a glimpse of what is happening. Huge chunks have just seemed to flash by. Sometimes I feel as though I really am wasting my time, that if i'm doing something that isn't important or substantial, there is no point in doing it, so I should stop doing it, but I don't, I carry on. I want to do things that have a point, I don't want to waste time with nonsense. Everything's nonsense, there is nothing to do. Restictions. I'm at an age where i'm too old to go to activty camps or whatever, but i'm not old enough to go to clubs, travel on my own. SO LAME.