::cries::
God it hurts so much. I don#t know why it hurts. It's not one exact point either, it's all over my chest all in my stumach, all over in my ribs....The trip hasn't been terrible. Just one big PMS Fest on my part....only not PMS....Damn my genetics....Half the time I'm ready to kill my mother the other half I'm running around Venezia burning off roll after roll of film...I forgot my video camera, I felt really bad about that, I promised Kelso and Erin....I can't find mz make up bag, one neddle...mom's on the back of my neck again....god it hurts...Italian guys are super nice, super pretty too....The wemon were so beautiful everzone was beautiful...I felt like a piece of shit, sooo ugly...Damn this German kez board, the 'z' is where the 'y' should be (visa versa). I want to be home. I want to be with my friends. I feel like shit. Like scum. "Look what floats on top..."...me... I thought this trip would make me feel better, give me time to rest. ::shakes head and shighs:: No. I feel worss. I feel like I have nothing. I know, I know. At mz age I shouldn't feel like this, I should be out plazing in trees or some shit like that...I just want to sleep...I want someone to hold me...I want mz friends.......