There are brief moments of so much distracting happiness I feel pretty okay. I’m glad so many good people are around. I still feel lost about what to do with how I feel. I’m getting tired of saying I’m sad… I suppose I’m getting tired of feeling sad.

Good times at Hazard Factory this morning, and tonight’s party should be interesting.

btm you are serious about this thing being huge
I was just talking to someone on the phone who I didn’t even know knew you who is going
I’ll probably stop by too

I won’t bother saying what I’d rather be doing though. I feel really bad about myself lately because of how I feel. I feel wrong, broken, unwanted or something. I don’t think this things, before anyone goes off and tells me to stop. But I do feel them.