like, for real this time.

I'm straight losing it. losing control of impulses, riding emotional waves.

I NEED MEDICATION NOW.

FUCK YOU UCSC.

I really don't trust myself right now ( Read more... )

The Healer's Curse ( Read more... )

I woke up at 4 AM ( Read more... )

Lately my global sociology class has put me in a fucking dour mood ( Read more... )

fuck Summer, it's Errant salvation I'm interested in; fuck the French speaking cat I lost my hat to. Me and you that's all that's coming through my too thick skull, these realizations annul the potential for a differential solution to this inevitable conclusion. like I got me some collusion. I'm ready to die for a slight slanted sigh of an angel, ( Read more... )

I lie to myself ( Read more... )

Every now and then I steal a subtle glance ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt that Nick Cave and I went out for a few drinks at a dive bar, where we met up with Tom Waits.

Then the three of us went out and started robbing every bar in sight at gun point, killing anyone who got in our way.

It was the happiest dream I've ever had.

So I recently took an IQ test. When I got my resultes I was like, "Wait... that can't be right." When I gave my results a closer look I realized. "Oh... 142 is as high as this thing goes. Hmph. What a waste of 20 minutes."