Before going to bed last night, my last thought was, I hope I die in my sleep. Well, actually, that’s only part of it. Imagine a train colliding with a truck full of fireworks and then having somebody throw you into the flames. That’s about what my thoughts were like last night. Ah, sweet suicidal tendencies
22. Unfortunately, no.

I cannot.

23. I’ve felt like stabbing myself in the eye with a pen.

24. Is that in dollars?

Hell.

Pencil sharpeners, CDs, and books.

29. I stayed up until 12.

Because my sleeping pills hadn’t kicked in, and I was too busy blaming everything on myself for sleep.

39. I am wearing fluffy pajama pants that make me feel about 5 years old.