a thousandtimes more than a thousandwords

how do you like fried everything? walking around, laughing at the wierdest things, and making fun. i hate when you force me into doing things i don't want to do. i always end up liking them anyway. *cough* skyscraper. you know me too well. way, way, way to well. get me out of this cavern or i'll cave in. i thoroughly enjoy the fair. i left the house with forty five dollars, and came back with one. i'm ashamed to say. but i totally got my moneys worth out of everything! spiral spud, a huge coke. and i bought a new bag for 25$, that i think kelsey cooper would really enjoy, and maybe even be proud of me for getting. i am happy for that best friend day, i really needed it. thanks for sitting through everclear with me. i feel good cause its saturday and i just fell in love. i can't even explain myself, the feelings i've got. how deep they really run. i'm just a micro-organism. i can't tell you how many times i've fallen short in just the past week. everything i say cancels out something else ive said. i've heard the word 'hippie' to many times to count on twenty different hands. i'm tired of the aching in my stomach, however i'm still to stubborn to take any medicine. i don't know what my problem is. no, i know exactly what my problem is. no. no i don't. i can't tell you how much i miss the way us four used to be. we. were. perfect. and now, look at us. it hurts to look. i don't mean to be cliche. its a stupid problem that i have. everything i think or say. i backtrack, i erase, i bite my tongue. i hope noone notices. i'm falling apart and i need someone to glue me back together. i'm being way to melodramatic. no, i won't settle. i'm going to get what i want.