<sup>I'm upset.
I want to cry.
I don't know who to talk to.
No matter what i do, nothing seems to be cheering me up.
I'm listening to taking back sunday right now and i don't think that, that is helping me with my mood ?
Well it's going to make me cry which is a good thing because bottling everything up is not a good idea and i have that problem, i find it hard to let things out and when i do, it's not always in the most responsible way.
i went to the doctors today, my blood is all stringy and gooey when i bleed, so my parents were all like "Omg go to the doctors, BLOOD CLOT". So i did. I'm fine.
Looks like im not going to die of a blood clot this year.
Nobody seems to smile when i make that joke, i'm sick.
Or maybe people just don't recognise sarcasm ?
I miss martyn.
I miss Keiran.
I miss Me.
I miss Me.
I miss Me.
I miss Me.
Seeing a psychiatrist on thursday, going to make me all better.
make the inner-psycho go away,
bye bye alter-me.
I'll admit, i will miss it, terribly. That is if it actually works, i'm not getting my hopes up in case it doesn't but we can all dream.
Walter died this morning, i was on the bus and speaking with him the other day and he seemed so fine, unbelievable.
Apparently someone found him this morning lying on the floor, blue. DEAD.
Oh.
Everyone is dying these days, i can imagine god sitting there with a clipboard, ticking off names of the people who he wants dead.
Lush.
God can shove his clipboard up his ass.

I miss Me.</sup>