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goddammit, i can't believe i named my diary after this stupid song. i can't believe i've had this for almost 4 years. O.o when i turn 20 it will be strange. no it won't. i'll feel the same and shit, but you know, it's just one of those things. if i lived on uranus or neptune or something, i'd be like 3, so whatever. i wrote some great words today. i did, indeed. i'm like a fourth or maybe a fifth of the way done. i have a little over 20,000 words now. i sort of fear that it might be really boring, but it sounds interesting when i'm writing it. i'll probably be real proud of it, but it will be a total failure. hopefully not, though. uhhh it's 11pm, i may take a short nap.
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you should be proud of it regardless.

and you are right. pills are better. i had taken pills when i cut my arm. self mutilation is completely out of character for me. so there's that.