Hold My Hand As You Cut Me Down | April 26th 2008

Yeah, that’s an extremely Photoshop[ed] image of me. The original photo was taken by a friend of mine a few nights ago; he has a new Nikon and he’s been snapping away at anything and everything.
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I was in the car this afternoon, driving around aimlessly like I usually do, and for a split second I contemplated speeding into the car in front of me. When I finally parked, I stayed in the car and cried and laughed hysterically at the same time.
I think I need psychiatric help.
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I don’t like how some people know my blogging identity as well as my “real” identity. I feel restricted, restricted, restricted, restricted.
I want to scream.
Till next time world; if there is a next time.
