Your Room Is Not Your

There Is Nothing Like Puking With Somebody To Make You Into Old Friends.

…i Hate Myself For Not Being Able To Go Downstairs Naturally And Seek Comfort In Numbers. I Hate Myself For Having To Sit Here And Be Torn Between I Know Not What Within Me.

I Thought The Most Beautiful Thing In The World Must Be Shadow.

I Am What I Feel And Think And Do.

A Terrible Depression Yesterday. Visions Of My Life Petering Out Into A Kind Of Soft-brained Stupor From Lack Of Use.