Sing me to sleep, I don't want to wake up.

I can't believe it's November. I'm just starting to get used to it being the year 2008. I think October moves faster than any other month because the shifting of seasons is constantly bombarding your senses. That's why everyone loves fall. Sensory overload. Time moves so much faster when you realize you're growing. Everything stands still when you're eight.

I just finished burying my chinchilla. I'm really upset about it, but trying to voice your love for a pet always comes out as foolishness. My mom left messages on my phone halloween night trying to relay Kobee's death between sobs. They are completely horrible, but I saved them for some reason. He chewed the bindings of my books while I napped. I love him.

I'm currently reading C.S. Lewis's The Problem of Pain, when I can handle it, and Stephen Chbosky's The Perks of Being a Wallflower, when I can't handle anything else. I've been thinking about Holden Caulfield all the time. I wonder what it means. I never get anything done.

I want to move away tonight.