having a hard time keeping this journal light and fun. i keep wanting to get all dark and shit. i don't want to bring anyone down. everyone's got their own problems and mine are mine. i manage to keep them locked away well enough so that no one really ever sees them. i'm a walking storage chest of regret.
sorry. i just promised i wouldn't do that.
damn, even my journal pic of chief joseph is sad. i hear the doctor on the reservation where chief joseph died said he died of a broken heart. that is so fucking sad. dammit i gotta get out the house. a friend of mine needs me to drive her around town today so maybe that will help. she's a good friend. and she's about as fucked up as i am so we're good company.
okay i'm better now
sorry. i just promised i wouldn't do that.
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damn, even my journal pic of chief joseph is sad. i hear the doctor on the reservation where chief joseph died said he died of a broken heart. that is so fucking sad. dammit i gotta get out the house. a friend of mine needs me to drive her around town today so maybe that will help. she's a good friend. and she's about as fucked up as i am so we're good company.
okay i'm better now
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when i shimmy on over to portland i'll make sure to visit you and we shall sing, dance and scream and all those funky things.