"He tells everyone a story, cause he thinks that his life is boring, and he fights so you won't ignore him, cause that's his biggest fear. And he cries but you'll rarely see him do it, and he loves but he's scared to use it, so he hides behind the music, cause he likes it that way. He knows that he's so much more than worthless, and he needs to find the surface, and he's starting to get nervous."

I Really Don't Know

I had three different things that I started to write in this post, but none of them would do. They were all true statements, but this isn't the time. I really don't know why I told you that.

Let me just take this time to tell you guys that I hate the movie Thirteen Going on Thirty. Oh well. I hope I am never involved with a movie that disgusts me so much. And now, due to the laws of irony, either my first movie will fill my soul with horror, or I will never get an acting job...ever.

Just another chapter in the great blog ocean, soon to be lost in the tossing waves of the internet.

...Don't get pulled out to sea.

I Must Say...

I really am a little worried. I am appearing in court on Monday, and I am definately not ready for it. I don't know how it will turn out. But I guess that's how the story goes...

I'm Just Too Good...

...At blocking you out. I don't want you guys to know anything about me, but Dammit all, I really do want to be found. Yes. But at the same time, I will do everything I can to avoid it. I really hate these contradictions. And it makes me really tired.

But that's beside the point. I am so incredibly tired right now. I think that if I don't get rest soon, I'm going to be all tops.

I also don't want the person who infiltrated my blog to go without proper reward, however, so rest assured, I will find you.

At least, that's how it happens.