I'm in such a shity mood. I need my marilyn manson. I miss Erika. She's going to be gone for 3 weeks. Oh darn. But she's bringing me back something. She'll take pictures too. I want to be ok. My back hurts so bad. I think I'm going to go take a dangerously hot bath. Tomorrow I'm drinking and we're cooking steak and porkchops on the grill. I haven't ate anything today mainly b/c I don't want to eat anything. I wish I had something to write about. Although its only 3:00 I've done nothing all day to make anyone interested. Damn I'm so boring. If I didn't talk about cutting what would I talk about. Boring life shit. I don't care. Lately I've been getting comments from people about me killing myself. I need everyone to fully understand although I write poetry about death and suicide doesn't mean I want to kill myself. I have attempted twice but obviously it didn't work out. I'm thinking about making this journal so only my friends can see it. So if you want to continue reading my journal post a comment that you want me to put you on my friends list.--