my necklaces are trying to kill me! asphyxiation...
squeeze me, maccaroni. slap my face with your baloney...
i feel like shit. i feel so guilty about pez taking care of me. i know he likes me and all, and i don't want him to think i am using him. i am not trying to. he just happened to be the first person i turned to when things got rough. i don't even know why. maybe because i know he will take care of me, or because i know how understanding he is. maybe it's something else. i just don't fucking know.
i accidentally saw a private entry he was writing earlier. it kinda stung. he said he wants me bad and he thinks i am only nice to him because i want to be friends and because i need a roommate. yeah, like a yellowjacket. and i'm allergic to those... heh. what's that tell you?
i feel like shit. i feel so guilty about pez taking care of me. i know he likes me and all, and i don't want him to think i am using him. i am not trying to. he just happened to be the first person i turned to when things got rough. i don't even know why. maybe because i know he will take care of me, or because i know how understanding he is. maybe it's something else. i just don't fucking know.
i accidentally saw a private entry he was writing earlier. it kinda stung. he said he wants me bad and he thinks i am only nice to him because i want to be friends and because i need a roommate. yeah, like a yellowjacket. and i'm allergic to those... heh. what's that tell you?