December 21st, 2006

shrug

Medicate me, so I die happy

Ugh, bad day. Salem was obviously feeling better, and I was obviously feeling worse, so he decided to just go off and have fun with everyone who wasn't me. Yeah, gee, thanks dude. *sigh* I am such an idiot. Why do I keep thinking that he wants to be my friend? He obviously doesn't. (I'm using the word "obviously" too often.)

I'd like to just go to bed and forget about everything for a while, but I can't even do that because I have to go out to meet with Linda. *sigh* At least I didn't forget this time.

I'll end this entry with a few pictures of my tattoo.









Love,
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