I'm currently listening to the music of Caitlin's "Thanks For Driving Volume Two" mix. Technicolour girls by death cab. Oh, now its michelle branch and santana.

So. There's this person. And I talk to them all the time, but everytime I do, I feel like a horrible person. I can't explain it, its just like everytime I talk to them, I feel gross and unworthy of human emotion and affection. All because of them. How bad is that? They never even say anything, I just...I dunno, I can't stand talking to them. Now I feel really sick to my stomach, like I'm going to throw up. I always feel like this after I talk to them. And its really not their fault- I just can't stand it.

Like I said, I really wish I had someone to trust. Its getting old. But then again, I hate complaining about my problems to people, cuz I feel no need to bother them with my petty issues. I suck. Always and Forever.

Anyway. Yesterday I went to the cancer walk at Westlake with Tricia. We met Caitlin and Joelle up there, and did swing dancing festivities. Then we went to Bordrs and Caribou, and then we came back to watch my friend Katie sing. She's really good, its amazing. Well, their chorus was good anyway.

This song sounds liek a gospel song at the begining. Now it sounds like a 60's song. Well, it is Hitsville, UK. Kinda pop-y, unlike London Calling. Wierd. Hmmmmmmm


I'm so bored. And really tired of hating myself.

If anyone wants to be burdened with my problems, feel free to give me a holla.

yo ho
yo ho
a (blaa) pirate's life for
~me