i must confess; i'm in love with my own sins.

Urg.
I feel incredibly uneasy, in a way I can't describe.
Go gash out your insides, then weave some broken glass into a wetsuit. Put it on and roll around on the pavement for a bit, until you fall into the pool of alcohol. Follow these events with an eternity's worth of painkillers.
Inform me of your feelings, and I'll introduce them to mine.
...Not that I'm upset about anything, or troubled.
Everything is fine. Everything is great.
I think I know.

Today I hung out with Rachel. We're nerds. We watched Fight Club. Truly wonderful.
...People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden.
I found out something funny as well.
There's some interesting rumours going around.
1) I'm a total stoner. 2) I did defamatory things with someone.
Yeah, go fuck yourselves, okay?

I want to go to sleep, but I can't.
I'm being submerged in obsessive thoughts that I'd prefer to be dismissive.
Literacy, I'm on my way...
Goodnight.

P.S. I hope you're all living happy, wholesome lives. :]