it's funny how i can sit here in my underwear and a tank top because my legs are drying because of the lotion. i slept well last night but was confused as hell when i woke up somewhere i didn't fall asleep and next to lady R. that was fine though. it scares me to think that i am losing my friends from suicide assumptions and childish fights.. in the end i wonder what life is like. maybe self destruction is a beautiful art and need to try more of it... i doubt it though. i mean to relieve stress i bite my arms which leave circular bruises but isn't it better than suicide? i need a better excuse to love people different from me.
i believe i may be psychic... honestly.. the first day i ever say a Mr. Woodcock commercial i could tell you exactly what it was about... i am going to see it tonight to see if i am correct, then to a haunted house.. oo spooky..
paramore is good to listen to like right now but very annoying after about 2 consecutive hours of it. name also came from friends last name.. piece of info.
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You may be psychic and I may sense things. The problem with both talents is you always know where you stand with people. The universe naturally cycles through order, chaos and resurrection / restoration which means we all have to keep peddling like h**l. There is another universe out there which you and I have the priviledge of sensing. I hope you don't go and commit suicide because you're so d***n interesting!!! I just think you discovered something about yourself that scares the living h**l out of you!!! Go read some of my stuff. It'll clue you in!!!!
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