sneezes

I dont know.  I don't really have anything else to say, it's just great to let your thoughts flow out of your brain like a waterfall that is so seasonally delightful and tropical. 

And everything is so clean, yet slightly itchy.  That's strange.  Crying was strange.  It didn't last long, but it felt quite nice.  But it felt really weird while it was happening, like all surreal and strange and shit.  Like I existed outside my body. 

I wish these terrible and horrible and awful things on all the people who used to be around.  They used to be around me because I am exactly like my mom and push everyone away and am a terrible communicater, or a total over communicator.  I just want to be a slave to cheezeburgerz.  

Do not resuscitate.  DNR.  I'll never be able to wipe the memory of my dad weak legged and brain washed by the damage and the drugs.  I will always be filled with regret of every choice I made, and they made, and every lost moment. 

Oh fuck.  I stillz gotz it, but it's changed.  Gotta go renew.  And stop being on the internet, because it's ruining my life.  But I just love the ability to be all super fucking connected and gossipy and all knowing.  Fuck.  Facebook is like the transcendetal Jesus of Jonathon Livingston Seagull's wet dreams.  I don't even know what that means, but I'll put it on facebook.  That's cool.