sigh, is it getting this impersonal. to place my inner deeper thoughts on the internet for all the stupid world to read. I think that's lame. lame lame lame. I've lazed around all day. I read in my bed for a while. I danced in the mirror. I've sat on the floor. I shouted out "I'm just a little girl!" and laughed at how I dissapear when I turn to my side. I pondered about my project. I need a camera. darn people with digital cameras. I watched a movie and wished... "will they say that you loved iwth your final breath" I'm cold all over, even my toed. my hands are dry, and I feel just gross. my back hurts, and everything is fine. I need to get out, go running. I need to get this all out. I need to cry. haha, then laugh really hard. I think my kidneys are bad again. it happened around this tim elast year that they did this. but, I'm... finished.