apart.

-_0

big part of living room :

my room is around the corner on the right.

giving away my SSN:

so, not many photos none were taken of my room or tim/chase's room. but whatever. its not much bigger. sUPpppppeeerrrr BASIC>

packing/moving: sugg?

i don't know what to pack, or how much to take with me.

more importantly, i don't know how to get started.

in addition, my aunt likes to dust her ladder.

my day went from sitting around the house in frustration, aches, depression, and cabin fever to excitement in one phone call.

i'm glad i have a place to live, now i get to pack and leave. although, i know these upcoming weeks/ weekends are going to be rather painful. starting something new always means leaving many other things behind, but those things will not go on unnoticed.

long,

boring,

time,

change,

driving,

leaving,

waiting,

please leaving. (soon).

this town has got me feeling like a MOTHERFUCKER.

May 7, 1998 -

"My little sister Annie is playing outside right now. It is so fun to watch her play her games. Now that she's nine, she doesn't play corny little games, but games that take a lot more imagination. I like to try and guess what she's playing. Now she's playing with an old, faded newspaper. I think she is either an archeologist, discovering a lost mystery, or a detective, discovering a newer mystery. I am probably so far off it's not even funny."

good-bye

internet,

you make me sad and lonely.

----phobia

when i was a kid i would curl up in a little ball, pull the covers over my head, and make sure the witch at the foot of my bed couldn't grab my feet. i'd think that if i lay still enough i would be unnoticeable to the midnight creatures: the humidifier ice skater, the slithering snakes on my floor, and the alligator in the toilet. they haven't found me yet, but i'm getting easier to spot... letting my hands slip out from under the covers, my feet are dangerously dangling near the edge of my bed, and my head is fully exposed.

FULLY EXPOSED.

i love you,