I'm not dead. i'm just tired and busy and tired of being busy. my life is a crazy mixed up mess and i can't wait for this weekend where i will be with a boy and in warmer times. hopefully everything will work out right for a change. those of you who won't be there- which is everyone i know besides said boy- will be missing their chance to see me actually in a dress with healed shoes and girly stuff all about me. yeah you're all going to miss me dressed like a girl. i know some of you may be sad but don't worry. i'll be back to jeans and t-shirts again.

what was i talking about? oh yeah. time for bed.

It sickens me how often I really question things, anything, everything. But if I didn’t question it, I wouldn’t be me. Still it would be nice to have that sense in knowing some kind of… I don’t even know.

THIS IS A WONDERFUL DAY.

get this. i have just consumed my first 7 Layer Burrito from.... you guessed it: Taco Bell

you bet i ate the whole thing too, with hot sause. i hope this doesn't hurt me too badly later on but damn it. it was good.

these feelings are completely familiar and horrible all over again. this sucks kids. this sucks a lot. it's depressing being completely alone all the time, listening to sad bastard music and playing hour after hour of animal crossing. i have become the saddest and biggest loser of all time and there isn't even anyone to insult me or make fun of me for it. there is no one. NO ONE.