My stomach hurts. My head hurts. I'm like one aching, quivering mass of hurt. No brain, no feelings except hurt. Everywhere.

What else can I say? I do it to myself.

I am unlovable. You may like me, you may think you love me, but once D-cubed hits, you'll know better.

Meh... I'm sick of writing. I'm sick of explaining, of trying to be good when my sunshine still won't peek its face through the fog. Close Encounters of the Third Kind is on... I never saw the original.

The end of ET always makes me cry. I love it. ET, not necessarily the crying part.

Have I ever told you? I hate crying. Hate it. With a passion. It's all hot and wet and sticky... It jsut gets everything around you wet and your eyes get all red and puffy- crying sucks, hardcore.