Today was really tiring. I got out of bed because I had to throw up. I'm really sick. I mean REALLY sick.
I feel sad, because Robert and Joel are complete bitches. They told everyone I have an STD, just because I slept with both of their girlfriends on Saturday night.
I'm so sad. My kitten got run over last Friday. I found him when I was coming home from work. His head was all squished. I took some photos. I'll miss him. Poor kitty.
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor the other day, and he said I have bipolar disorder, which makes me different enough to be interesting, but the same as all the other cool people with bipolar disorder.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.
And by now, you must've figured out that you're not an idiot not to realize that I'm just kidding--or do you?
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.
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