But you've been all wrong

about who you think I am.

It is late so I am typing slowly. Late for me, anyway, I hate being in front of the computer after seven.

I feel like a facsimile of a piece of shit.

And I'm really depressed, because the one person who always seemed to think I'm alright realized how lame I am.

I'm exhausted but I know I wont be able to sleep.
I hate having black hair and I hate how much I care about that, and I don't want to suffer through classes tomorrow.

I need to start blogging more.

Ow. My head.

I think I have ADD.

Morrissey and I are going to go to sleep now.

G'night.