Life isn't very happy. Oh well, I suppose life is supposed to be this way. It very much feels like I am drowning in my life, suffocating, and I cannot get out or get a fresh breath of air. And when it finally seems like I can get a breath of fresh air, or I am very very close, it is all taken away from me and I have to return to my suffocated life.

My dad apologized.

But I still don't really like life. I was very tempted to use the protractor again, but I didn't.

Being trapped is the worse; the only way you can get out is to be free of everyone and everything--and that never, ever happens.