Went to Jens's house to sleep over at about 3:15. Tomorrow our mission is to pick up our hostage friend Eric and go back to school shopping...that and get pretty messed up before school starts. The only problem is, I can't prepare for this long trek ahead. I keep coming down with a good, solid case of insomnia. That and a runny nose, phlegm backed ( Read more... )

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Am I gay? Do you care?

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"I don't think we should talk anymore". We're gonna have to, you still have my sun glasses. Don't think I'd let you keep them without explaining what the fuck happened. I was either ditched, because I was a prude...or he can't face me anymore because of shame. I deserve a goddamned explanation--no one should be forgotten just like that. But maybe ( Read more... )

Something is wrong w/ me...I can't control the rage and hate. I keep venting the wrong way. I speak differently from what I want. Can't swallow my pride and just give in. Oh wait--it's cuz you're not good enough either...

Taking shits are really important. More important than how much some people can really need you, apparently.

I wanna make out in the streets where everyone can see. Where everyone can stare and I won't give a damn.