So I'm pretty much in love with live journal now, end of story.

So new story, I'm on the phone with brandon, and he's bitching at his brother about Maizie(his cat). Brandon is a loser!!!!!!!!!!

So I'm really starting to get fucking sick of everyone dancing around me in the midst of a crisis, it gives me a weird emotional chlostrophobia, like I'm being suffocated in the middle of a panic or something, only I feel it in my soul and not my body. Gosh, why am I even writing this? My brother left for the army last wednsday... sadddddd. 

But whatever, I'll pull through, I'm tough... I think.


I guess the fact that I feel like a single loser who will be alone for the rest of my life doesn't really help, wow.

Sorry if I sound really pathetic, but I guess thats sort of the point of this, so that I can act pathetic without feeling wrong.


Anyways, bye I guess.