You know... This site has killed my morality.

Be happy. I'm working. On things. Many things...

An old lady dropped her sewing machine on my arm a while back. I broke my stove because I thought I could cook sweet potatoes on it... the stuff oozed out and... I can't clean it now that it's dried. I also burnt my fingers trying to fry shrimp with tempura mix. I spent my spring break in D.C. with nothing to do because everyone was in school or at work. I'm now failing in three classes. I'm also quitting High School for this college program. My life has consisted of prep for said college program and being sick for the time I've been... avoiding this... all of you...

I'm working. I'm trying. It's going very slow, but I'm trying. This is the only thing you should take to heart. Ignore everything else I've ever said. Clean slate now. I'm a wreck in real life right now. Please know I'm trying and... don't burn me alive...?

I'd say sorry, but it'd make me feel worse and I'm going for the whole apathetic thing right now. If I don't not care, I'll crash the car into the water heater again. (Yes, again, fuck off.)

Wicked clubs;