Kicking rocks and endless sighs. It's a part of a depressed boys routine. I mean, what can I say? There isn't much to the life of someone like me, just darkness, sadness, and a little bit of nothingness. Wishing for a miracle is almost pointless, but I still try. And sometimes I wish she would be my miracle. She makes things better. She's kind of like a band-aid. Band-aids make everything better.