22 days and counting...

Eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat.

( Sunshine for a grey day )

( I'm such a little emo kid. )

He's allowed to smoke, but it's gross when I do and everybody yells at me.

I need a cigarette.

I overreacted. I thought I was going to lose him. I could still lose him, but to something else. I'm still worried.

I miss him.

KaBoom.

Huh. So. 12:04am Monday night/Tuesday morning. I can't sleep, but I can't stay awake. I have the whole week off except for a 15 minute conference in 12 hours. I don't know what to do. I wish I was more creative. Imaginative.

I really hate my family. I wish I could just kidnap my brother and run away to New York or California or something.

That is all.