I smell burning. Does burning like following me around? (This in reference to the burnt popcorn I made and ate last night. I am an idiot. But you knew that.)


My ego is non-existant. I am going to see the doctor some time soon. My mother gave me three different types of medication this morning. She won't let me go on anti-depressents. My brother has a whiny voice. It rained in Brazil last night. I can't feel sad because apparently I'm looking for sympathy. Nobody cares. So why should I feel? As long as I wear a mask and everything seems happy nobody will worry.


This made no sense. Go me.