i woke up freezing and can't get my nose warm.

nor can i get back to sleep, due to said cold nose and to this horrible feeling in my stomach.  my roommate is on the couch next to me snoozing away.  i hate being the only one awake.

this is all just therapy, is it lame?

i know, it's lame.

i'm really really afraid of being alone, more so than i let even myself believe.

i read yesterday that consuming 1000 calories or less a day constitutes anorexia.

uhhh....

ineedtogetoutofhere, my tummy is achin'.  :(

he runs through my veins like a long black river and rattles my cage like a thunderstorm.

what does it mean?
what does it mean to be so sad when someone you love's supposed to make you happy?
what do you do?

how do you keep love alive?

i wish i could just go back to the smittenkitten phase, where everything was really really adorable and really really perfect.  it makes me sad, because i don't know if it even has the potential to do that. i'm hoping though, i'll do what i can.

tonight was the first time i ever threw something at the television.  i don't want to be that guy.

are we breakin' up?

i wish i could give britney spears a big fat hug.

i think, i hope, christmastime will bring me a new friend to keep me from going absolutely crazy.

home sweet home and no longer hungry... i hate north philadelphia.

soooo... what do i do now?