Just saw The Producers.

awesome.

meds are such a pain in the ass.

lulz.

Frank is slow. I was in for 5 days. it was crazy shit.

i hope to be a-ok now. keepin up with the meds and all.

so exhausted

So this is Frank. Gretchen is in the hospital. She's been really depressed lately, and now she's in Freemont. She asked me to take care of her Livejournal when she's gone. She might be back as soon as Tuesday, but nothings set in stone yet.

so it's pretty much 90% i'm going tonight.

nervous nervous nervous.

i think i'll actually miss home

my favorite suicide girl is dating Hal fucking Sparks.

i feel like i did when i found out my tattoo artist was dating my favorite piercer.

what strange and insignificant things we learn when we spend too much time on the internet.

i just want to chop off my left arm.

just watched Prayers for Bobby

cried like a baby the entire last hour.

why do i keep doing this to myself?

such a strange feeling