harold, sigh
when is he going to make love to me? i keep trying to persuade him, but he doesn't seem that into it! i want to take him away and drink wine with him and listen to bright eyes, that would be so emo! why does life suck so much? sometimes i wish that my room would catch on fire so i'd have a good excuse to run away and marry conor oberst, i love him dearly. i heard a girl say that bright eyes sucks the other day and i wanted to punch her in the face but i was too sad. i hate my life