she was a manic depressive. which was impressive, very impressive
i know i used to write best in the morning. right when i woke up. i cant really write at all anymore. i cant write about my happiness. ive never been able to. i have a lot of shit to do today but for some reason its all slipped my mind except putting together a package for adam. i need to take jillian to the grocery store, were running low on apple juice. and i need to go to the camera store and get a bunch of shit. im gonna be broke again in like 3 hours. adams letter still hasnt come yet. boo. i woke up in the most comfortable position last night. and i was the perfect temperature. it was so nice. i think im im a bad mood.
i should probably go back to sleep.