innerskyline

cold sores are not fun, kids.  don't get them.

I am revisiting the pop songs of my youth.  There is a candlelight version of "Gotta Get Thru This" that is impossible to stomach.  Toxic is like my theme song to life now.  Yes.  I'm attempting to get some sort of internet celebrity?  An experiment of sorts.

"I will bring a mirror, so silver so exact" (morris?  salpeter?  I don't know.)

fuck you 1024 X 728

FIRST ENTRY! [/immaturity]

Funny, how these things all occur.

Being home sick isn't fun.  Being unable to talk isn't fun either.  I've been reduced to grunts and strange tiny noises only baby animals should make because it hurts like a bitch to speak.  another day home another day in hell another day lonely bored and sad.

the dissipation of a relationship with god is coming sooner than I planned.