fade to black


sum up the past two days:

timmyninnymacaroni, getting chased and then tortures, singyipingypongywonky, sleepovers, castration, 4am, being tortured somemore, Adam's birthday, cake everywhere, flamethrower-ing ants, photoshop and writer's block.


and more plans for the coming 4 days.

and i still need to look for a job.






when will there be "enough"?


all this effort for the sake of perfection, and then failing because there is no perfection,
im so sick of it.


why do i bother chasing the impossible?

actually, the better question would be "why do i care so damn much?"


maybe i need to start mastering the whole 'selective hearing/seeing' thing.

or maybe i just need a lobotomy.


thank goodness there's you



it appears im in one of those moods. again. flying fuck.

i think i'll just stop here, lock the door and go sleep.



i miss you so much, it kinda hurts.
god, insane much?