I'm scared.

I'm nervous.

I'm at peace.

I'm listening to good music.

I'm hungry.

I'm excited.

I'm in love.

I'm sexually aroused.

All the time.

I have *time*.

I want to write.

Nobody will read.

Yes they will.

I wish they will.

I'm alone.

But I have so many friends.

I need to write.

I want to write.

People tell me to write.

I have no brain today.

Does she love me as much as I love her?

Penzance..

Patrick Wolf.

Dad, why can't you ever just take my side?

Why do you always have to look for the fault in me first, before anyone else.

It's true..

'They fuck you up, your mum and dad.'

I still love them.

I want to rp.

Sayuri is sad.

I want my pencils to turn up in the mail.

Purse showed up today, it's so cute.

How could I have Post Traumatic Stress when I don't remember ever having any trauma?

Except my uncle.

And that shouldn't fuck me up that bad.

Run run run, yeah... run run run, yeah..

I wish I had broadband.

I want to watch Miyavi videos.

I have to book the table for tonight.

I have to go!