I just reread....
what I apparently needed to say. And I am a freak. And I sound like I shouldn't be the way people say you should be. And I say fuck them, I'll be whatever I want to be. I'd like to put a truth box on my myspace, I don't know if that's lame or whatnot, but I'm actually more afraid nobody would write anything in it. But why should I care? The things I pick and chose to overanalyze and feel any sort of emotion towards, let me tell you, I'm sure if I went to a doctor I could be labeled with an assortment of disorders. And again, I say fuck them. I choose what I want to feel and do and act. Don't you know lifes about how you react to what happens to you, not just what happens. My journal is at the apartment, which sucks because I have no car to retrieve it. It's not fun living back at home, with no car, (delete), oh well. I'm not worried, but I feel like I should be. I've been listening to Coldplay and I really need to get up, take a shower, and go for a walk. (delete)