Dressed up like a Hollister boy, it's time to hit the town. Excuse the lines, but my problems just beat yours and match those of a double homocide, I'm not well, and I feel I might break any moment. Like all things do, I am coming to my faithful end, and when I am just starving to live I see nothing to live for, except a future, and I don't find anything in myself that has any worth at all. As a day dawns, my spirits grows less, and when will there be nothing left? Sunny is playing her normal roadkill act on my bed, which means if I wanted to sleep I would have to go through her laying on me, then beside me, and then disappearing somewhere in my bed. I suppose that would be okay, but I'm not in the mood. I recently bought one of those mesh trashcans. The reason for this is that I want to see what I threw away, and to angle me toward not throwing away things that are bio degradable, because I would see it. So it's more just for paper and solid long-term things, not like food or anything. Which is good, because you shouldn't throw stuff like that out in your room. Plus, it looks cool, and it's doing a good job blending in. and I just talked about a trashcan..