Gosh, I used to be such a douche.


I read over my old diaries, journal entries, and blogspot stuff.

Made me want to delete and/or burn it all, then sanitize the spot it lay in.

Hm, nowadays, I will never use the term, "iKid"

or add excessive exclamation marks at the ends of each sentence...



Missed work today. Couldn't find mom. She's back though, now. Miles is right, hah. She is like a cat; you just cant kill her, and she'll always turn up again.

I've been selling off most of my things and giving whatever else away. If you want something of mine, just say it, and I'll probably hand it to you. Oh, except for money and my staple items. (which include clean changes of clothing and other such necessities.)

To live happily, you just need yourself. And a comfy place to sleep.


I don't think that 80% of what I own is necessary.
And I'm pretty sure I can make it on one meal a day, since I already do that.




F*ck oppression.
This bitch has freedom.