i can't sleep.
- Sunday, June 29, 2008 / 3:51 AM.
i need some chocolate.
michael found my diary behind my dresser and i had to chase him all over my house. immature little mind-raping punk. it got a tad violent and now i have gnarly bruises all over my arms. my coworkers were all concerned and they kept asking what happened... i told em it was no biggie but they probably think i get abused at home. or that i have an asian gangster boyfriend who beats the crap out of me.
i'm trying to go to bed but my window's open and i hear an old man moaning in the distance. it's a little creepy. maybe i'm just hearing things. but that's creepy too. or maybe i'm just freaking myself out cause i'm home alone.
ok well i'm gonna try to sleep again. i just have to stop being afraid and start thinking happy thoughts. like how i want to bear waseem's children. teehee. i sure hope he isn't reading this... Comments: 1
