| Current mood: |  sick |
| Current music: | Mozart, Sigur Ros |
Sleeping could wait until we die
I am sleepy right now. I should go buy sleeping pills. Anyway, I have discovered newly found uncommon stressful insecurites that I have never had before. I'm just like - where is the real me? Where did I go? I know who that was at one point, but then after being socially alienated this summer, that is just another thing. I am still angry but slightly calm since its quiet and early mourning. Its SO cold in the morning, my fingers are numb. I need a new journal, I finished 2 this year already. And maybe some lipstick. I love mozart.
I sense a phase coming on, but I'm still angry.
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