Tired.

Don't worry, I'm not dead. Just have a fever, and I've been passed out in bed from the overload of meds. I'll put something exciting in a few days. Oh, and one more thing......I STILL CANNOT SEND ASKS ON TUMBLR, WHAT THE HELL BRO.

xx.

I feel...it's better to be dead.

WHAT THE HELL.

I haven't been gone that long and blogger changed so much. Srsly. WHAT THE HELL. Dashboard, stop hiding.

How are you?


I'm fine.


How do I break that habit? No one will know how I really feel and I'm so tired of all the lies.

Don't you know the world shines every time you smile?

I need to do thissssss.

I want to hand write a letter to someone overseas. The last time I wrote a letter was in 2002 on Valentines day at school, but we sent them to houses in the area. Arg. Make this come true. :3

I will beat you.

Tonight I'm going to shoot zombies and laugh manically while I do it. I do sound like a crazy person.../puts on sunglasses and nods like a boss/ that's how I roll.

I don't want to be scared of the monsters anymore.

I wish the feeling in my chest will go away. The feeling like you're about to cry but you're keeping it in as long as you can. It's a constant reminder of my imaginary fears. The inner workings of the mind keep me down, tied to the dark dark night because there is no air for light and monsters seem to steal everything bright. Sometimes everything doesn't seem worth it when I'm cringing at the slightest sound or when I'm sitting in the silence of the car. It doesn't seem worth it.