fcuk. still haven't made any art. driving me nuts. I haven't gone to starbucks in years. my friends are disappearing and don't really give a shit. I'm so cold. then I'm so hot. ugh, still sick. my favorite cat got hurt and it makes me feel terrible. I just wanted him home. poor dear. goodness.

okay, I am gonna seriously spill open on here. none of my friends have a account on here or come here, so asdfalskjdhfg. I haven't felt this miserable. ever. I am never one to say I am miserable, not even sad, but I am. I am sick, physically hurt, can't clean so the house is dirty, ugly, pathetic, can't draw, can't take good pictures, hatdjkslcfdaldfhfjslkfdlkfjkjgsddl. I can normally do most of those things very well, for the most part. but I cannot, and it kills me. aches me. I hate not having company. I hate being away from the VERY few that I love. I hate missing, not living, no fun. where does everyone else put their sadness?

I've been home for five days straight (nearly). ughughughhh. mhm,bye.