*sigh*
I have become a MySpace whore. My roommate's computer is a being a whore. Whore may be my new favorite word. I am convinced that marriage equals death. I'd rather not be a slut. (Thank God I haven't gotten laid since September then, huh?) There have been times when my mind feels clear, I feel relaxed, and I think that I can forgive all the people who have some how wronged me. I mean all of them. I'm talking from the time I was three until now and then I feel this knot in my stomach and it gets bigger and bigger and just when I think I may vomit, it goes away, my whole body gets hot, and I just want to kill something. Usually the whole process takes less than a minute and when it's all over I just tuck all those feelings away and go on with my day. This has been happening with alarming frequency. I need to sleep now.