you ate at my insides until there was nothing left. and now i just feel completely empty.

my cell phone is dead. you can still leave me messages, i can check them on my home phone. if you need to get ahold of me, my home number is 755-9335.

life is so boring right now.

zach would shit his pants if he had the same dream i just woke up from. we share a common fear of aliens. so... i had a really bad dream of aliens invading the earth and going on a killing rampage. it sucked. no escape.

dun dun dun.

start new when your heart is an empty room

i don't want to work today.

today was exciting. christina and i went to gameworks for a few hours. she thinks my family is weird... i do too. but they're fun.

and the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams
just a series of blurs like i never occurred

i hate being sick. i haven't eaten anything in three days.

on a good note, being sick has helped me not smoke.

who got me sick? because i'm going to kill you.

the party was awesome. my jesus costume didn't keep me warm at all though. and sleeping under the kitchen table isn't comfortable either.