I just chopped down a fucking tree...About 50 ft tall? God damn, I didn't think I had it in me...Yea I did...Fuck.

I am horrible. I do things that I shouldn't be doing, becuase I really don't want those things to happen. And when I do want those things to happen, all I do is kinda sit back, be nice, and not assert my self like I do with EVERYONE ELSE! Gah, I need to stop before anything bad happens.

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My chest hurts. My stomach is fucking running in circles. I am half awake. I almost didn't make it to my chair from my bed, which are 5 feet apart. And I think I know why.

Going along wih all my new stuff I "need"/highly desire, I need a new picture of me...Anyone have a picture of me thats better than this crappy one of the side of my head? Rewards to the best picture! ;p

I need* a leather jacket.
I need* to be buffer, no more flab.
I need* new shoes...maybe...
I need* my lip peirced.
I need* my license.
I need* a trim.
I need* more shants.

I need to be happy with how I look.

* replace need with highly desire, because I really don't NEED any of that...

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What the flying fuck? Why is it that every time I get close to drinking, it never works out. I am doomed to think straight, cohierent thoughts that I don't want to think about...

This is the first time in about 4 months that I am home on a saturday, and it sucks. I spent it at the Y, at camp, and tool/grocery shopping with my dad. I almost crashed inot someone today because I was thinking too much. I feel a little empty. So many things I'm gonna miss.