looooooooost

fuck, i havent started the new season of lost yet. so lame. 

i dont sleep anymore without pillsies. even more lame. 

i can no longer take tylenol on an empty stomach. fuck. 

my room is way too hot.

i think i have to start writing in a real journal again. well i mean i did. but instead of this. because. its getting kindof personal.  when i think about it im really sick with anxiousness and nervousness and selfishness and loneliness.

yep, that pretty much sums me up right now.