and still no sign of sleep. haven't really slept in a long time, but i just can't .

i want to wake up and feel ok. understand what is going. have something about this all make sense. have my memory erased and feel ok. take back everything these last 8 months and regain my sense of self.

the least i deserve is the truth, not some petty excuse or accusation. but im not going to search anymore for something that wants to remain untold.

i shall just remain so sad until it slowly fades; think about going home; and make myself a priority.

its just so strange that the person i knew so well, turns out to be, no one at all... and somehow it can only make me sad. no anger, just tears, because im trying to fall out of love.

happy breakup day. i hope everyone else feels just as shitty as i do now! :)

i read a headline in the news today. apparently, people were waiting at target at 345 am, to get the early bird specials yesterday. what is wrong with people?

stuuf or sleep? I'll take sleep anyday. i bet they don't need any of that anyways. this nation's obsession with possessions has gotten totally out of control. we are too busy and or lazy to ignore pointless material possessions and pay attention to what really matters; human interaction.

peupty pooty pants :(



down with the mall.

bad picture, but i got a haircut. ill have matt take a better one tomorrow, or wait for tina to get back and take one. wheres my laundry buddy? i needs her to come back. oh well.

this whole weekend things needs to end. i want to go back to school. ;)

so, all my hs friends are home for the weekend, and im feeling like i don't even want to see them. i don't really want to do/see much of anyone, with the exception of about five people. the boys, tk, tina, nick, school people, and thats about it.

i think i have just totally distanced myself from my kenmore life. its too hard to think about being home, especially at times like this, when i live no where near my family, and
know i can't go home this weekend.

im sad. somehow avoiding things that i used to assocaite with home makes me feel better. ie, all my still packed things from my old room, old friends, kenmore, and such.

i hate the feeling of longer for a place that no longer exsists. i do however love estrip headquarters and the fact that it feel homey to me always.

this weekend: art project craziness.