i'm sick and i think my cut is infected. i think i'm sick because my cut is infected.

:(

i can't even begin to tell you about tonight

to sum it up in one word, surreal.

i feel refreshed.

her words are cruel
and so are mine

i'm afraid of who i'm turning into

my room's a disaster, i have too many clothes
indecisiveness marked all over the floor
i get sort of depressed walking in here

i still think about him a lot and i wish the thoughts go away

time to clean up the mess

i wish i could see what i've written in people's yearbooks. everything i ever wrote was bull shit. i think it'd be really funny.

i can be so boring. i'm not a boring person... but sometimes i just don't have much to say. i guess i'm just socially impaired. acting like a retard just works a lot better for me.

i was listening to kcrw this afternoon, and they were interviewing this composer dude named eric whitacre. he composes mostly choir pieces which are really pretty. yeah, i'm a nerd who likes choral music. anyway, listening to his music makes me want to be in a choir again. i was in choir for three years in high school, but that was over two years ( Read more... )

recent bummers
1. gnarly cold
2. jury duty summon
3. job searching
4. writing papers
5. owing people money
6. him

i feel like sheet.

i've been learning a lot about myself these past few weeks and it hasn't been easy.

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