malibu.

is a good song, that i'm guessing none of you guys know.

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zach took all of pills, told me i have a problem, and won't give them back.
there was oodles and oodles of painkillers, amphetamines, and anti-depressents.
it's hard not having them. i'm cold and shakey and don't feel too f-ckin' well.

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lua. - bright eyes.

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i'm snappy lately. like, hella. i'm just a bitch. sorry hal<3
i don't know why i'm journaling.
i guess it's 'cause i have a lot to say, [although none of it will be included in this journal.] and hal's talking to her man, and my phone has no reception so i can't speak to mine.

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ugh. i'm tired, and crampy, and tummy ache-y, and self loathing, fuckin' a.
what a waste of time, hating yourself.
i don't really hate myself, but i'm just not too fond of myself at the moment.

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ohai, obai, ocrai, owai, odai.

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DOLLZEIG.

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-em.