My senior year was just another year for me, as far as school goes. Internally, things that began in 1999 were catching up with me, and I found myself constantly consumed in deep wells of loneliness, though I was determined to not give any attention to any girl that I didn't feel I could find true happiness with. I tried to replace this hole in my life with my friends, but found each of them in their own relationships this year, making it worse on me. I had my own options, as far as romance goes, but never saw anything to make me believe there was anything that would last. Watching my friends' relationships start falling apart around me probably validated that decision in my mind. But, I was still lonely, and no word but pathetic would describe the state I often slid into when alone. I also came to loathe the monotany of society at this time, and was constantly wanting to "be a pioneer," with a vagabond lifestyle inspired by the existentialism I became so fond of at this time.