So ya... its been a while since i wrote. Umm idunno i just havent felt like writting. boo. So ya im leaving in like 9 days. erug. i dont want to go.. but i do. I meant its gonna be fun becuz weeny is going with me...but idunno. Im strange. So i really wanna get outa ventura, yet i never want to leave. I dont think its ventura i dont want to leave behind, its just the people. So ya now im talking leaving for good... not just going to sacramento. Ive been up every night at like 4... and i just want to run somewhere. I have no effing clue where id go. I just want to go be by myself somewhere. And i want to feel cold... i dont know. I suppose thats not good, but nothing i do is good anymore. Im sick of everything right now. Im sick of the internet... ya i know. Im sick of myself, my mom, even my damn cat. Im sick of food. Im sick of waking up, but im sick of sleeping. Im sick of my entire music collection. Ive heard it all before. omg writing is pointless. Doesnt make me feel any better. No one else gives a fuck about anyone else anymore. peace.