my stomach is feeling all queasy.

maybe it's because i've got the option to go into senior art. but i don't want to leave tanner and quinn...so im sad. i haven't actually talked to them about it.

ouch..my guts hurt.

my mom isn't giving me my allowance because i don't do the dishes often. i moved two dressers in my room. i scraped part of the wall off.

hey. audrey. has anyone found that hole in the wall yet?


fuck. i can't draw. really. not anytime soon. im too sad lately to draw nice things. nice things aren't coming out of my brain. i just wanna rock out to some crappy rock and bang my head up and down and twirl round and round.

seriously. i feel so stupid. stupid. moron. idiot. fucker. all names i call myself.


SOMEONE PLEASE HIT MY HEAD.

--hits self--