Meh, I kinda threw out my back last night, it hurt like a bitch. Last time it hurt that bad I had to take a vicodin and fell asleep in the car. No vicodin this time (not like we don't have it) but I'm good now. Josh was a doll, day before yesterday he IMed me while I was away and said "You still sickly? I bet your still sickly" haha and then yesterday the first thing he IMed me with was "How are you feeling?" he's the only person whose asked me that from my friends. I fell asleep through POTC, grrr. I need to get my hair cut, no joke, I can't stand it anymore. I'm gonna ask mom as soon as her and dad stop talking, they've been doing that for like 3 hours now...which explains why I only got 7 hours of sleep (went to bed at 2) Meh. In good news, no more writers block :D I wrote like 2 songs a couple nights ago. It's a slow recovery. But whatever, at least maybe now I won't be soo stressed. and they cry like they know. like they know what's inside. but now here without you. part of me has died. tonights the night. I make a wish. upon your little star. the worst gift. that I could recieve. I want to be where you are. moi