Why is it when I walk on a bridge... I want to jump in the water?

I just had a really scary thought... like if I walk home tomorrow... I very well might just jump in... but it would be very cold. And I would likely die. Now. The question is... do I want to die by drowning? Like Ophelia? CRAZY OPHELIA? Hmm... what does this post say about me? That I'm unwell. Yes. I believe it does. Hm. You know what? I should just take my own advice and grow the fuck up, and get used to life. Because it's gonna be around for as long as it's gonna be around. And that may suck... but whatever. I should just go clean my room. I'm thinking I want to clear off that bulletin board with all those pictures on it... I wanna put a poster on there.

So yeah. Fuck life in all its glory!

I ... don't know. I hate February. I hate it so much. SIGH. :P cries a little more... or... i guess a lot. And my head is starting to hurt.


As I was talking to Mandy I threw in a few subtle things... like... cuz Jon was going over and I hate him, so I was being sarcasticish... Have a great FUCKING time! Woo! Fuck yeah!

So fuck that.

I'm sick. Woke up and felt like shit.

I bought absinthe. It burns. Yeah, did I mention this already?

So. In conclusion... I want to fucking blast up my Imogen Heap and just lie down and die. :P Cya!