After reading through some anonymous entries I have come to the conclusion that I am probably the oldest person (guy especially) using sit to prevent surpression. I love to write though, and who would've thought that I was just strolling around the internet seeking Sic Transit Gloria lyrics and I would come across this sitDiary? I need to call Rina before it gets too late. I drew another tattoo today, I think I am going to have AJ ink this one on each side of my shoulder blades; it's almost a fiery tribal angry eye, but it looks pretty sick! I used to be so damn afraid of needles and I remember sitting there listening to the sound of the gun the first time; feeling as if I was going to pass the fuck out! God what a sweet sense of masicism afterwards though. What better way to vent your frustration then to permanently transfer the images from your mind to your skin, I'm still a big pansy though! Tomorrow Brandon and I need to start searching for Nick, been missing for a couple of days now and usually never turns his cell off, he's been depressed lately and my attempts at easing some of his chaos have been so far successful, he told me once that he had never known anyone like me and that it was nice to know that some people have had it worse and still can stand on their own two feet. All I've been was a friend, my advice comes from experince even when it's painful.