I almost forgot that I once looked like a little boy (aka Ellen Page circa Hard Candy).
Man I miss being real tiny like that, but god damn, I was so hungry back in the day.

This weekend was pretty good, but I think I might have been going a little overboard lately. I'm tired of life.
I don't want to be depressed, so I try and numb it. It doesn't work all that well sometimes. I really have to just go to the gym and get fit and that will make me feel happier. I cannot wait for school to be over.

I used to be a lot cooler.
It's back to the two week cycle thing, what was happening before Joe. A new boy becomes introduced somehow into my dating jawn every two weeks.
Aaaaand I usually hate them all.

And it's really funny because I talked to the bartenders at T Mom's about Joe and they told me some really creepy stories.
I think it will get a lot easier from this point.
But still.

I just have to stop feeling awful and exercise more and drink less.
And maybe delve into some animation.

Sigh. I just wanna hold hands.