i must be healthy now. all well, shiny and new. no psychiatrist, no pills. no more.

------- we all know you're lying.

i vomited today. vomiting is great! doesn't it just make you feel -so- good? so i went home and slept. and i feel horrible.

there are 96 days left of my countdown. i think. i am not that good at math anymore. i don't play piano. and i haven't payed any attention in school for the past two years. i am listening to wilco.

man. sometimes i really wish i was cool. and then i think, "but what does it matter?" i would probably still be like this. or would i? meh. i am going to go down to the railroad tracks and stand there for ages. perhaps. nah, it's too cold. who cares.