what happens when you read your lj from when you were 15 and you're still fucked up 7 years later.
man i have to run an errand. i just want to waste away on my computer all day feeling sorry for myself because i'm the same piece of shit i have been since i was 15. but instead i have to leave the house and it's not even raining. i should write this on livejournal, sounds just like the shit i wrote 7 years ago. boo.