I tapped on the cords of my guitar, trying to figure out what to write about. Nothing. My mind was blank, this rarely happens to me.

I grabbed my phone and checked my Instagram, I was still new to social media and all these platforms. Hell, I was just getting used to Facebook, now Instagram? I never realized how many active fans we still had until all these system fan-pages started following me. These guys post photos of me I don't even remember being taken or where it's from, what I was even doing. They are really dedicated and it kinda scares me.

I'm suppose to hang out with Serj later this week, but I doubt he remembers. He seems to be so outta touch with us recently. I hate it.

I put my phone down and strummed my guitar to the tune of lonely day. All the emotions of when I first wrote this song came back the depressing, overwhelming and sad feeling. It was a great song, but a song that always haunted me. I sometimes hope System would come back together, sometimes I want Scars On Broadway to come back, sometimes I just want everything to go away.

Sometimes I want to be alone, but when I do... I just, hate myself for it. I have all these great things in life, money, fame, a good house, but... it's just... Not enough. People think that's what happiness is about, but it's not. I'm missing something.

I should just go to bed, it's 4 am. My guitar slipped outta my hands and landed gently onto my couch, I scratched my head as I walked to my bed, closed my eyes and attempted to sleep.