it's time like these--when i'm sick of everyone and this town--that i want to move(and i know i could if i really really wanted to..i'm just such a fickle person.) it's weird that i feel like crying until i throw up..that's just what i feel like i need to do.why is everything fucking up for me, or is it me that's fucking everything up? Grrrrrrrrrr....the way things happen amaze me.