Tired

I'm having a really bad night tonight mentally. I'm blogging while my iPod connects. My favorite role-play reopened today, so I'm glad about that. We're a lot better with handling that stuff now, anyway, so I'm pretty optimistic.

Well, I was talking to a friend, and we've both agreed that tomorrow is a new day and that I'm willing to give it a chance.

I finished 'The World of Henry Orient'. The ending made me cry. :'(

Here's a passage from it that reminded me of myself. Cheesy, I know, but yeah...

"There was no place for her, save with her parents. Run off to another city, Wimpole had said. How? How could she do anything at her age? How could she do anything for years, when it would be too late? For the first time I saw her not only against her family, but up against a world that apparently could not accommodate her, a world that tried to make her adjust, when the whole keynote of her being was not adjustable to anything. Her mind-as full of color and imagination as a forest of tropical birds-had to be shaken down and shaped to fit the only kind of life that was possible for her; and it would, undoubtedly, become grayed and dull in the process."

Yeah... Goodnight for now.