i made a promise and i broke it before so why would it matter now? i hurt before and told you i'd stop but you lied and betrayed me. I tried to keep myself sane I tried to write out the pain but it didn't wokry so why the hell would it now? I do'nt get this at all anymore. It's all kind of lame. I just want to read and write and listen to music and have a good cry. but i think i'm fucked i will be crucified in english on wednesday. so not looking forward to it. I went to the International Auto Exposition today. Eric took pictures of my brother and I crammed inside the trunks making screaming faces and curled up in fetal positions. My feet hurt and I felt all poor and hippy-y always looking at the gas mileage and going sick sick sick if the city MPG was below 20. Scions have fabulous sound systems. I can only imagine bouncing around to gogol bordello in it. "Start wearing purple.........forrrrr me......... nooooooooooooow" ::accordian solo:: YESSSSSS. it snowed alot... duh. Eric's car was pracitcally snowed in and dad used a crate lid to scrape the snow off so we could get in without causing a small avalanche. The snow depresses me. It used to make me happy. Go figure. I can see the veins and bones bulging in the back of my hand now. Its creepy.