I make myself angry sometimes. Damn compulsive disorders. I am going to be bald if this doesn't stop. And that stress just makes it worse. I should buy a wig...

They have free counseling services @ Transy & I'll b an adult, so my parents won't have 2 be told & I can talk. The lady seemed nice...I hope I let this happen.

Tied with Van Gough - sold 1 painting today, for 80 cents. Sold it to a friend who loved it. It was just a watercolour seascape I did in a couple hours...coolio

Crying in the bathroom at my senior year band banquet. I love the way things are with me.

The more I deny something's existence, the more real it becomes. The voices are more real than people's smiles. I know they aren't, but they are.

Have been mutineed, my bf is probably gay, I think things happened that are bad that I just remembered, and I am failing classes. But the wine is good.

I am a Pirate, and it is Killing Me.

I was always intended to work the light board in our theatre. Then we switched directors.
As flexible as I am, I cannot remove the knife from my back.

It is really sad how much I love the girl who took my place. We have been friends for four years, and she willingly and knowingly stole my rightful place. Since this mutiny I have been torn between loving and hating her, a torment that has brought me to tears and agony many times.

I did not despise them, I simply quit the play so I would not have to see the people who mutineed me, going into in a self-inflicted exile. I spoke to them and made a joke contained within their script. They shunned me themselves.

They say such tears in the mind between love and hate or other things cause people to snap and kill others or themselves.
They are right.

To quote Jack Sparrow, There is a deep circle of Hell reserved for mutineers. I was not the captain, but I was captain of that lightboard. Now my lightboard has been ripped away and these unfit pirates are commanding the chip that is rightfuly mine.
I feel like firing the cannons.