O...K... *is disturbed* I found a pipe in my grandma's room. Full of fully intact ash and resin. Oh wow. Fuck. Everything sucks and I really just want to kill myself. And I'm beginning to lose sight of just how that would be a bad thing. Don't try to counsel me or anything, but can I have a hug, maybe? oh, and the reason I haven't been writing in here so much is because I've been talking to real people... who actually talk back...