Posted

Feb 21st 2005

Mood

Claustrophobic

Music

Bonus Mosh Part II

I am so sick of it. I can't draw, can barely write. Can barely breathe. I need to get away from this small cramped little hellhole that I call home. Insanity digging its claws into my head, my ramen has lost its flavor. My soda is flat and my cd is scratched, skipping like a stone on the water. My drawing has smeared and the eraser leaves streaks. What am I going to do. Curse being human, being a bird would be so much better.