whine whine whine.

that's me in my head recently.

i talk too much, i watch big brother, and yes, i am pissed off that brodie got evicted. damn phone addict bastards.

i am becoming a shopoholic and

jeesus what the hell is wrong with me?

i don't know.

i'm hungry... and... blank blank blank.

you can fill it in.

2 diaries are becoming a bit much but i love this one so much i couldn't possibly let it just wither and die.

[OH ARE YOU HEARING ME LIKE I'M HEARING YOU?]

life is feeling better but i'm still feeling bad. why is this?

i don't know how many more pilss i can take...i can't remember all of them.

maybe i should tattoo them to my arm.

i'd probably end up forgetting anyway.

i'm getting my period. yay!

(believe me, i'm glad to have it. if i didn't i'd be growing something. that won't be happening.)

oh.

sigh.

i am ok. really.

i hate how much i say it but i just need to be reassured

(do you just deal it out or can you live without what i lay down - sorry i could help myself, i had to finish the line...)

and, i still can't sleep.