Tear Down These Walls for me...

Those are the words of one of my long-time favorite songs of Dream Theater. I can't put it in any other way that they give me a strange feeling, like they personally know me so they can write songs about me. I know that's a stupid idea, really, because I know that in most situations when people write things they come from the heart.
Today was a snow day. Good thing? For most people, I suppose. I couldn't care less if we were in school or out. Either way I'm working at forcing myself to be happy and positive. That's what I have to do, and I can't allow myself to become any more miserable than I was.
I can honestly say that the extent of my activities today were almost limited to none. I got up and did my hair, and ate breakfast. Then I wrote stuff, and laid of my floor and listened to music for like..3-4 hours.
I've begun a new story, in which I'm telling the tale in first person of a boy. He lives in a village where the sun is never out, but it is always raining. I haven't decided yet if I should make it that way because of a curse or something else. But this boy never belonged very much, and the myth went that he was left by a great bird on the shores of the far off island. He had no family, and I believe I'll write it in such a way that he's recounting his life. I want this story to be much deeper than HeadRush. I want it to mean something to me personally. HeadRush meant something, of course, but I want this new story to mirror my own feelings. I think that's supposed to happen when I write and it did at points in my previous tale, but I want this to be better. I think it will be.
I think I may be coming down with something at the moment. Oh well. Let's hope not. G'night!