Damn fucking red cross nazis. Why must you have valid ID to donate? I always get mine stolen, since, you know, i'm soooo incredibly 17 ( Read more... )

Erikka, my silly, you don't need to get me anything. You get me enough stuff already. Just trust me on this, ok? And stop being sick. Make your ear feel better and stop hurting at my house. I like holding you, but not because youre' sick.

Well, having a mom who's afraid to drive in snow really hinders your shrinkydink and yarn buying possibilities ( Read more... )

I am currently confused about something. I am not sure what. This is more of a general "huh?" type day ( Read more... )

three ibuprophens and two tylenol make me happy. they don't make me stop hurting, but they do make me not care. i feel like i'm only kinda awake ( Read more... )

I need to write a story.

I need to stop being afraid.

I need to stop spending time doing stupid things.

I need to stop being obsessed with things.

I need to stop being compulsive.

I need to be more random.

I need to make more sense when I talk.

I need to tell you I love you.

I need to see you.

I need to touch you.

I need you.

Apparently I write about very personal stuff in this thing... I always thought that that's what it's for. A journal is there for you to spill your guts out to, to write (type?) anything you feel like you need to say ( Read more... )

I realized today that it is both amusing and scary to see your name written on the bathroom wall. Apparently both Erikka and I need to die, purely because we're gay ( Read more... )

So, I realized today that when I get stressed, my head twitches. It's not really that noticable. I hope ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I think about how my grandmother is senile ( Read more... )