Alone for the first time in what feels like days.

I wish this weekend would never end.

I had a lot of social interaction. Two birthday parties in one night. About 30 people who's names I'll never remember, but they were all pretty sweet.

I heard about what you've been up to. You're going down the drain. I feel so sick saying this, but I'm glad I'm not a part of your life anymore. I'm glad that this time when you fall, it wont be a stab in my own heart, like it always used to be. You have this tendency to do that.

I'm stretching my lobes. They're burning right now because I'm using duct tape on my old plugs as home-made tapers. I'm hoping this week, I'll squeeze in the 7/16"s.

I'm exhausted but I want it to be last night again. When I wake up tomorrow, it's only going to be a start to an awful week. I'll wake up without you next to me, only to force myself out of bed. Then the day begins, and work ensues, then school work and a brand new school week.

Gross.

I'm lonely.