This pit in my stomach seems to tell me something is gone. But I guess my mind hasnt caught onto it yet because I have no idea why I feel this way. Things are fine. arent they? I guess its fading like I knew it would. But this soon? I have to get away. I cant stand this place and every familar face. heh..that rhymed. ooh! idea! anywho. I'm broke, but I need to be intoxicated and I'm having an emo moment ta ta mother truckers.