i hate pop. i've decided. pop makes me sick. ugh. puke. my tummy hurts.
i think i need a vacation. or a sore throat. i have a better chance at a sore throat. huh.
isn't it weird how every little thing you own is some sort of memento? everytime i look at something, it reminds me of something or someone from years ago. it makes me sad. i think that's what regret feels like.
the pond looks relle weird when it's all dark and there's fog and stuff over it. it kind of glows almost. weird. and spooky. i feel like a little kid again. maybe i'll close the curtain. i'm gonna have nightmares tonite. eek.
~G2~