Friday, November 24, 2006

"suffers from dormant wrist"

I fear that my nails will disappear into my fingers. I hope they do, I'm in some dire need of entertainment.

no longer ill at ease. it's boring -- it's pathetic even -- i need to get into some trouble with the law.
stop tracking me stop changing me.

you're not that great of a singer but your voice is intriguing.

I haven't thought of you in days except for right now! It makes me happy!

I wonder if this is the reason I write. So that no one tries to help me because they can't interpret what I'm saying. and i speak in fragments and phrases because it's appropriate. it's how i think.

iwishiwerentalwayswrong