shit

that was a good movie.

i didn't have friends when i was twelve.

i guess that explains why i'm making imaginary bonds now...

it's 1:00 am and i can't sleep.

i'm thinking of you, dear...
and your impending mayhem.

i hope you will be alright.

i want you to be happy.

i'm very confusing and annoying a lot of the time

but that is honestly what i want.

sometimes i can be selfish and i'm just very honest

i just am like mal

and i'm on the elevator and

i'm passing through my memory banks

clicking on random buttons

and trying to make sense of things

and things just don't make any sense.