beer.

i was accused of being an alcoholic today.

but i think thats a preposterous idea. i dont get drunk enough to be that. but the argument was that i want to get drunk all the time. so i just might be.

and you know what? i dont care.

i will enjoy it for the time being. and be happy about it. :)

it makes me feel good. and happy. and warm.

good times. it can only get better from here.


katie-my accusor-my love. lets go party. and get a little more than buzzed. ok? ok.

amber-i wont tell!

love is giving me a natural high.

i love life.

i love friends.

i yet again love moxie.

i love making new friends.

i love feeling loved.

i love new and old and present friends.

i love my brother and awkwardly dancing with him.

i love it when my feet are numb cos they hurt so much.

i love shooting stars.

i love fucking coldest nights of the year.

i love skipping classes.

i love katie.

i love melissa.

i love amber.

idk if i love devon.

i love stephanie.

i love josh.

i love ryan.

i love sami.

i love leo.

i love brian.

i love tyler.

i love jess.

i love brigid.

i love kaity.

i love elisa.

i love brianna.

i love gina.

i love sammy

i love lisa.

if i missed you. know this. and never forget it.

i love you.

emotional.

i love having friends. especially the ones that you dont talk to for a while. and you go back to them. and nothing has changed. and you love them all the same. if not more. and appreciate them that much more.

<3

be happy for me. thanks.

questions.

why do i do this to myself? i had it. it was there. it could have been good.

then i ran.

now hes runnin.


why am i sick? why do i procrastinate? why do i shun you? why do you shun me? why am i mean? why do i do this?


oh questions.

i think i know the answers to all of you.

i just dont want to confront them.

thoughts.

im sorry.

i wish.

stop.

i miss you.

find me.

i love you.

weather.

ohh cold weather.

i love you.

but you dont love me.

you give me headaches and the shivers.

not cool man.


oh. and ps.

it is definitly awkward now.

weekends.

weekends have their ups and downs.

good ups.

crappy hungover downs where your alone in your house with a crazy dog bringing a sharp plastic pop bottle to your face every two seconds when your trying to sleep.

oh well. it was worth it i think.

but it may be awkward now....

i hope not tho.

no.

you know what?

just give me some room.

im pissed. get used to it.