*screams*
*cries*

*hides in sweatshirt*

Am in library.

I totally slept for an hour after listening to my Buddhist chants. And then I got up and felt nausiousnauseated*.

FUCK YOU, THE PLAGUE!

I forgot how to fucking spell 'surface' today.

*EDITOR GHIDRA PWNS 3n9l1$#!

I suck at life.
I cannot do anything without hurting someone.

That's it: no more interactions with anyone, ever.
EVER.
I went into this year knowing that if I fell for someone it would end badly.
And it ended.
Badly.

Great.
I hate being right.

in a surprising demonstration of a pulse,
John Kerry has created a Kos Diary.
Couple more links up at the blog.

I figured it out. I know what's been bothering me.
( one part of it-- STI paranoia )

Am in Boston.
It's raining, I'm listening to funny-sad music, and my parents just had an argument.

This is not my bedroom any more.

shb

I find myself henceforth afraid to post anything up here.
Because of apparently how shocking it is to see another side of me.

Click on Jonah.

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However if you know anything about me you might well know that sometimes it works best for me to write things down. There's been talk about me not being honest with whom I am or whom I have been since, well, I suppose, arriving here. Apparently, and I express this with no flippancy intended, my expressing of rage, true rage, is a new thing for ( Read more... )

If you don't understand who I am ( Read more... )

but wow, can one's mood turn the hell around in like ten hours ( Read more... )

Referential
It starts with a bare foot in the sand, another bare foot and the groan of a beaten red backpack as I shift my weight. The sound of wind is the only sound I can hear as I look out over the prairie ( Read more... )