I'm fucking sick of this shit. Why can't people just get over the fact that Amy and I are dating? Why, every fucking week, do I have to hear something else about someone talking about us behind my back? I feel like I've gone back to middle school with all of the fucking drama around me. It makes me want to fucking puke.

I can't decide whether or not I want to go to college at St. Michael's. I feel like it's a great school but it's so far away and I just don't know. Sometimes I feel like it's because I want to keep dating Amy that I wanna go to Moravian but other times I don't think so. I don't know what I want and it's driving me crazy.

I think I need to beat some sense into Dan U.

I've been writing more recently. I'm not sure whether I like the last two ( Read more... )

Last night in one of my many dreams, I was stung by a bee. And then a hive of wasps. The result was that my arm began to sprout horrible growths and turn all sorts of odd colors. I have a lot of weird dreams, some about zombies. Amy is in a lot of them but she never plays a large roll, I just see her for a little while. But I always distinctly ( Read more... )

God life is so fucking ridiculous I don't even know what to say. History loves to repeat itself. Maybe this time my actions will make a difference.

I gots myself a nigguh sweatshirt.


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I think I had a panic attack today. I dunno.

This body is covered
in hundreds of wires
And a mouth that attempts to speak,
it attempts to lie

Only murmurs
collapse from it's jaws

I saw it die.