Friday, October 1, 2010
It's not what you think.
It's almost 830 and I'm going to bed, because the thoughts in my head are killing me. I've got a post half finished in draft, but I cn't do it right now. Why did I bother to write this? You don't need to know this. Why bother. ARGH! I'm dead dead dead dying. I can't breathe. Here's a picture. Fight the need. I don't no why i seadi that. I got my ear eirced on the sunday before last. it didnt hurt, and now i have to spray it everyday. tattoos cost around 150 and hour. I'm dying dying dying dead. theres this par in bring me to life by evanescence were she screames I want to die in the background. its awesome. UMMMMMM. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. I hate the end of the holidays. If you're not completely fine I willl fall apart. saty safe eerybody where is my mind im falling apart this is just a strama of conscous thought that is tearing me a part why do i feel this much i want to die pleaselet me i die i want to live LET ME LOVE i love youu i hate you ynneed to get a grip why whywn hyw hwyhwhya;,bna[orsjgbzbx