Friday, December 31, 2004 // 1:22 AM

michelle is going to bust a blood vessel, or something, when she finds out that i've moved into her room. i know you still think i'm trying to... emulate everything that you have ever been, i'd like you to know that i have more of an identity than that, now. however circumstances toss me around.

and i wish i didnt have to unpack, because it feels so wonderfully strange to be living out of boxes, in a state of half-repair.

and i am so pissed at you for doing this to me. alot of the time i think, i just want you out of my life, i dont ever want to have to do this again. all this coughed up courtesy, this hoax of a pretence of a friendship.

you'd think i'd save better thoughts for the last day in the year.