Not suicidal now, just sick as hell. Seems i'm paying the price to god for thinking badly about myself. Lately i'm obsessed with flickr. Cannot stop posting random picks of DC but i get some damn good shots for a cheap camera I feel. School is dragging on and I'm starting to think i'm committing to the facade I've created. I truly am living the double life now. A frat boy who doesn't care and does what he wants. And then theres me inside. The geek who likes odd photos, walks at night, alternative music, and sees the irony and humor in the little things. Its almost like this outer persona is my armor for the battle of life. I can take it off at anytime but it protects me so damn well.