AM 180
by grandaddy
my new favorite song, it was in 28 days later when they were shopping.
my sister is sleeping over tonight!
I'm so much happier when she's around, even though she mostly drives me crazy.
it doesn't matter because I still crave that crazy when it's gone.
I miss being mad at her
I can joke around with her about anything because she has the same sick sense of humor as me.
and I've gotten less polite since she's been gone.
she has a way of telling people not to smack when they eat that makes them listen.
and I fucking hate it when people smack their mouth. at all. it's fucking gross.
I was looking at all these flcl music videos on youtube, I love them all.
flcl must be the only anime that's lovely. because it makes no sense. just like everyone in the world.
today I felt aweful, like none of the friends I have like me anymore.
it's like a depression that just hits me sometimes, for a long time.
Like all of 8th grade. maybe it's coming back.
but it'll get better when stephanie starts living here again.
ps. today was a switch; my mom actually asked me if I wanted to see a phsychiatrist again.
she's always telling me that real sick people don't ask for help,
they have to be told to get it.
maybe she's finally starting to think I'm really sick
my new favorite song, it was in 28 days later when they were shopping.
my sister is sleeping over tonight!
I'm so much happier when she's around, even though she mostly drives me crazy.
it doesn't matter because I still crave that crazy when it's gone.
I miss being mad at her
I can joke around with her about anything because she has the same sick sense of humor as me.
and I've gotten less polite since she's been gone.
she has a way of telling people not to smack when they eat that makes them listen.
and I fucking hate it when people smack their mouth. at all. it's fucking gross.
I was looking at all these flcl music videos on youtube, I love them all.
flcl must be the only anime that's lovely. because it makes no sense. just like everyone in the world.
today I felt aweful, like none of the friends I have like me anymore.
it's like a depression that just hits me sometimes, for a long time.
Like all of 8th grade. maybe it's coming back.
but it'll get better when stephanie starts living here again.
ps. today was a switch; my mom actually asked me if I wanted to see a phsychiatrist again.
she's always telling me that real sick people don't ask for help,
they have to be told to get it.
maybe she's finally starting to think I'm really sick