Nothing new is happening. I wonder what people say at their counseling sessions..
last time I went I talked about happy things.
I don't even think I have problems.
I just cry at the wrong times.
I certainly don't need anyone to talk to.
Anyone ELSE, that is.
I was walking home and spit my gum out and I want to see how long it's gonna there.
I didn't know it was a Pearl Jam type day until I played some Pearl Jam.
I, I, I, I, I.
I'd be a shitty narrator.
Jeeze, uh, my actual debate is tomorrow.
I've been psyching myself out for about a week, it's time to put it to good(?) use.
