jackshoegazer | I'm pretty sure I told you this before, but hey, I'm repetitive.

Today was really customized. I got out of bed just before breakfast because the smell of cooking bacon woke me up. I feel a bit strange because we've just moved and there's a weird smell in the house.

I'm so stoned.

Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken. I want to tell the world to get fucked.

I am making this journal Friends Only because of the perverts and stalkers who only want to see my photos. Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's some photos of my cock.

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 yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and should stop smoking drugs. Purple amphibian soup!

That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with my favourite Buffy fan-fiction piece I wrote last year when I was in hospital.

Oh yeah, none of this is true.