The Day the World Stood Still was the Day I Died.
My week was spent in the delightful psych ward. I learned a lot of new things and most definitely a new outlook on life. Lets see how long it last. I'm in love with a boy who hardly knows it and that kills me every time I look into his eyes. My car is dead on 65 or towed by now and I am sitting here drunk at six-forty in the morning because I can't cope with life or at least trying to cope with life or just a fucking alcoholic. But all in all I feel like I am doing a lot better even though I can stop some things.