I'm sitting alone in a large, cold room. The only sounds I can hear are the muffled sounds of the cars passing by and the tapping of the keys as I type this. Most of my friends have left And I will not see them until december. They have gone to college to move on and make something of themselves, while I stay behind. Same old town, same old routine, only now I'm doing it all by myself. I feel like a rock in a stream. Exsisting, cold and stagnant and watching the world rush by.