happy birthday to me.

i feel sick.

whenever another talks, it makes me HATE the human brain and the human mouth twenty times more than i originally did. do me a favor and just shut the fuck up.

i don't know.

ouuuu my feet are aching.

i don't have fun anymore. i don't know if it's growing up or if i'm growing down. i'm tired. i'm tired of the winter. honestly. i don't think i have hate for anything more than i have hate for the winter. my life is so repetitive, it has been repetitive. i'm not happy anywhere. everywhere is the same. except when i leave.

tom and i made chocolate covered strawberries. mmm. & i can't wait until the weather gets warmer...