i feel so fine right now. i feel so calm right now. i feel like laughing. i feel like smiling. i feel like listening. i feel like howling. i feel like running. i feel like singing. i feel like peter pan. i feel like pocahauntas.
i feel like cecilia rosanne berry, taking on the world cracking the fuck up.
cracking the fuck up. i AM a fuck up!
and that fucks me up.
i love it.
my eyes are shining with all the glory in the world.
i don't need a mirror to know that they're smiling
i am not smiling, but my soul is.
i'm shining.
i am shining.
and i'm not even drunk yet.
i'm buzzing.
i feel perfect.
i wish i could feel like this all the time.
but...
the pills are good too, the sleeping pills.
i was sitting at school tripping out
and i still managed to understand everything the teacher was saying, just...i didn't really have to respond to it.
i feel perfect.
i feel like i've always felt perfect.
Purrr-ana.
who cares?
i feel like i'm the queen of everything
i feel like i'm true. i feel like i'm real. i feel like i'm honest.
i feel like i'm alone.
i feel like i'm never alone.
i love it all.
i fucking love it all.
i feel so great.
i feel like eating silk chocolate cream pie.
i feel like making some snickerdoodles.
and not burning them this time.

i miss kj.

saturday = roxxy day.

she...threw away my pills. she called me a drug addict. i scoffed inside AS IF!
they're just sleeping pills, man.
i just take them to get a little high.
it's not like i'm...

i just take them because of how they make me feel so perfect.
so fucked up.
which is perfect.
i'm sorry that perfect = fucked up.
for me.
i'm not sorry.
but i am sorry that i'm not sorry.
if that makes any sense.

but it's not about the pills right now anyway
that is unimportant.
right now it's pringles, salt and vinager.
right now it's alcohol, the 32 oz miller kind
right now it's perfect without calling myself fucked up.

i feel good.
i don't want to go to sleep tonight.
i dont' want to go to sleep until the war is over.
i don't want to go to sleep because i'd rather go for a walk

tongue-tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I.

man...
i love miller high life.
i love miller high life 32 oz status
i love burning couches
and mark killing a chicken with a machete
and pringles
and i love being me
and i love everything about everything that ever made me smile or cry. because it's the mere fact that i react, not what kind of reaction it is.


i feel like my heart is going to explode.
i feel like my heart is going to stop beating.
steady as the beating drum

that concert was such a disaster.
i'd feel bad for mr. johnson, but it's his fault anyway.
i had a good time
my lungs hurt.
my stomach hurts.
my back hurts.
my chest hurts.
my heart feels like it's going crazy.
i don't know.
i haven't slept in a long time.
but i can't give up now.
not now while i have
miller

i love beer.
i'm so fucking calm right now.
i'm so fucking happy right now.
i don't even need sleep.
i just need my pringles, my family, my memories, and south park

i never feel less fucked up.
and i gaurantee i'm lying.
because
i'm always FUCKING LYING.
like...that was a lie.
Drew knows what i'm talking about.
i'm a walking contradiction.

i love kj.
i love being me.
i love when i watch figure skating.
i love when me and carla associate christmas time with making fake reindeer hump.
i love making fake reindeer hump!
and the guy going: "you kids think you're funny!?"
and victoria going: "we ARE funny sir!"
and putting sand bags in peoples mailboxes.
and it turns out it was victorias mailbox!
and smoking pot with random chinese guys!
and it turns out they were mexican!
and fucking laughing in the middle of the night for no reason at all!
and talking so much shit, then it turns out you're perfectly fine.
and all you have to do is give it a new spin!
because,
the world is ALWAYS spinning.
and it's no wonder we vomit!

and there's a smile on my face.
and it's kind of ironic.
and i don't want to write a satire.
and i don't care about my grades.
and i don't care about my life.
and i don't care about my future.
and i don't care about my past.
and i don't care whether that's negative or postive.
because i feel so fucking great
and i feel like shit.
and it's like a chemical reaction!
and it makes me want some chemicals!!!
YES!
i'm so fuckin happy!
i don't know what to say
but i'll keep saying

because i have to look busy while i wait for my mom to take off that jacket!
and i tell her...i'm doing homework
and i'm not doing homework
i should be doing homework
i rarely do homework
i stick out my tongue at homework
*sticks out tongue*
it works out.
even though the homework is still due.
what?
^_^

^_^


^_^

my arms are really cold.
merry christmas.

fuck mr scrooge.

bah! humbug!!!

woohoo!

i don't know why i feel like shit.
i hate feeling like shit.
i'm focusing now on brighter things.
a boy.
a bed.
blue eyes.
i fucking love your eyes.

and i drink some water.
and i can't pretend it's miller.
but i try.
and i feel a little better.
as long as i keep breathing.
as long as i keep seeing.
and as long as i keep thinking.
boku genki.
that's not true, that last bit.
because i still do not feel fine.
i never feel fine.
just less fucked up.
or more fucked up.
or less loved.
or more loved.
more loved.
more fucked up.
which doesn't make any sense.


oh God i'm sorry.
i don't know what i'm sorry for.
i don't deserve anything.
i do.
i don't.
i...don't know how to explain myself.
i'd be so fucked if i were on trial.


i can't wait for tomorrow.
tomorrow i will be genuinely happy.
it always happens like that.
i'm so fucked up, then i'm so happy.
then i'm so fucked up.
right now i can only see fucked up.
i hate that.

god mom, take off your fucking jacket so i can rummage through the pockets.
and i bet she doesn't even have a cigarette.

there's wine

there's brandy

there's sleeping pills.

my sleeping pills.

i feel like calling carla.
i feel like calling remo.
i feel like taking drugs.
i feel like taking some hardcore fucking drugs.
i would love to take some hardcore fucking drugs.
i would so love to take some harcore fucking drugs.
alone.


i made myself out of all the pieces you gave me.
okassan.
otousan.
no.
i'm cold.

i'm tired of sitting here.

i miss feeling less fucked up.

it's back.
i don't know what to call it.
it's not a calm feeling.
i vomited.
it didn't help.
i want something.
anything.
i can't stand it.
i think my mom has cigarettes in her pocket.
so i'm sitting downstairs.
just waiting for her to take off her jacket.

we have brandy, scotch whiskey, a small amount of wine, benedryl and a bottle of sleeping pills.
i'm so sick of taking sleeping pills.
i take them almost every fucking night,
and i hate it.
i hate those fucking pills
i want the brandy.
we have 2 bottles of it.
one bottle is Jareds.
one bottle is my dads.
they're pretty much off limits.
i already walked around the house looking in ashtrays for smokable cigarette butts like 4 times.
that's me getting desperate.
that's me looking at every pill bottle label and going "could this fuck me up?"
and this is me going, i'm not a fiend i'm not a fiend i'm not a fiend.
i just want to get fucked up.
so bad that i'm eating top ramen just so i'll have something to vomit.
because vomit reminds me of coricidin
and i can pretend i'm fucked up for a reason.
and if i had a beer right now my whole life would be complete.
i would LOVE a fucking beer.
i would make out with it a little.
miller high life, 32 oz.
god.
listerine is 21.6% alcohol.
i'm not doing that again. it's hard on the stomach.
everything is hard on my stomach.

i still have a satire due.
it's late already.

i watched novacaine.
it was pretty rad.
my mom came home at the end of the movie.
by the time the movie was over i wanted something.
i wanted some novacaine.
i brought glen upstairs and we sat there for a while.
doing nothing.
i ate ramen.

i wish i had that fucking brandy.
i'm going to end up drinking some by the time the day is done.
the day is done.
it's night now.
days are fine.
i love days.
i can't stand nights. i always feel like shit at night.

i'm going out of my mind.

no sir, i dont like it.

i wish i had a bottle.
i'll end up taking those fucking sleeping pills no matter what.
i fucking hate sleeping pills.
they're so pointless.
and lonely.
and fucked up.
and wretched.
and everything bad ever.
i hate them.
i hate me...


i was fine earlier.

my stomach always hurts.
so....so i tell myself, if i had some robitussin it wouldn't hurt as much!
and i know in my heart that's bullshit.
but i say anyway, yes, cecilia, that's true. if i had some robitussin it wouldn't hurt as much.
if i had some robitussin i wouldn't hurt as much.
i'd feel fine.

but i Don't have robitussin.
and thinking about that makes me clench my fists, makes me want to rip the keyboard apart, makes me want to beat the SHIT out of something.
someone.
something.
whatever.

i don't have shit.
i don't have anything that could make me feel better right now.
i can't even listen to nofx.
nofx kind of makes me want to vomit.
everything makes me want to vomit.
which of course, makes me wish i had something to drink
so it would seem like my vomiting has a purpose.

my head itches.

i'm judging a fashion show.

i want to meet satan.
and i want him to take my soul.
and i want him to fuck me up.

i'm sick of fucking scratching my head.
i'm sick of wanting so bad.
i'm sick of being like... me.

my fucking stomach hurts.
it's not fair.
i hate narnia!
okay so check this out:
Now, about roaches crawling into ears. You may think this is some kind of deranged myth. Uh-uh. Happens all the time. In fact, a controversy has raged since 1980 over the best way to get the little bastards out. The conventional remedy: drown the critter with mineral oil. "One cannot use the commercially available roach sprays," one MD sagely notes, "because of technical difficulty and for possible medicolegal reasons"--i.e., the patient might sue. But mineral oil isn't ideal either, because the insect takes a while to go through its death throes in the patient's ear.

One proposed alternative is 2-percent lidocaine anesthetic. The value of this was seemingly demonstrated when a patient showed up at a hospital with cockroaches in both ears. (Unanswered question: what was this guy doing?) Recognizing a golden opportunity for a controlled clinical trial, the attending physicians put mineral oil in one ear. "The cockroach succumbed after a valiant but futile struggle, but its removal required much dexterity on the part of the house officer," they wrote. In the other ear the doctors put lidocaine. "The roach exited the canal at a convulsive rate of speed" and was promptly stomped by an intern.

But lidocaine has drawbacks too. Another doctor who tried it reported that (1) the roach died in situ and was hell to get out, and (2) the roach had punctured the eardrum, so the lidocaine penetrated the inner ear and the patient had the whirlies for the next five hours. Also, subsequent tests have shown that lidocaine works much more slowly than your top-quality mineral oil.

Promising alternative: suction. Of course, one must take care not to inadvertently seal the ear canal with the suction tip, thereby risking "tympanic membrane barotrauma" and, for all I know, possibly sucking out the patient's brains.

What else? How about fly larvae in the ear? Happens. Also earwigs, with those scary pincers. You know the story. Earwig gets into a guy's ear, chews through his brain, causes horrible agony. Finally it stops. The doctors say, good news: the earwig came out the other side! Bad news: it was female and laid eggs. You've also heard that this is BS, that earwigs don't really crawl into ears. Not so; two known cases. The part about eating out your brains may still be a myth, but who knows?

--CECIL ADAMS




does that make you want to cover your ears or what?
i must buy earmuffs!

i lost my ring in the tamales
or maybe in the garbage.
it is a sad day
stupid broken mirror...

i wish i were high right now.
i'm reading this book about a drug addict
called a million little pieces
and i totally love it
(even though it makes me really hungry)
because some of it is just...taken right out of my brain.
and i love it because almost all of it is fragment sentences.
and this guy is so messed up in life.
and i don't want to be that messed up
like...no way jose.

oh my GOD
i'm so fucking high
hahhahah
i'm cracking up about fuckin
i don't even remember
oh my fucking GOD

and
i have to give blood tomorrow
and i'm gonna be like you fuckin stoner vampires!

dude
i swear
i feel like i'm on mushrooms
i have like the laughing
and the crying thing and everything makes SENSE
oh my GOD!

woah

that's uh...fascinating

i'm proud to say
i'm ceci rose anne berry
i'm cecilia rosanne berry
i am.
both.

i'm not tired
i'm not hungry
i'm not cold
i'm not hot
i'm not bored
i'm not angry
i'm not sad
i'm not happy
i'm... not.

i want to read her book.
i hope she completes it.

i'm so smitten.
i'm so infatuated.
i'm so bewildered.
i'm so afraid.
i'm so confused.
i'm so alone.
i'm never alone.

i told myself i'd stop eating.
which is ridiculous.
not 10 minutes later i was stuffing my face with burritos.
i fucking love burritos.
it's always burritos here.
that's fine with me.
i don't really want to be hungry anyway.
i wish you'd kick my ass
god?
remo?
kj?
whoever.

i want white trash two heebs & a bean.
i want punk in drublic
i want so long and thanks for all the shoes
i want maximum rock n roll
i want liberal animation
i want ribbed
i want s&m airlines
i want the longest line
i mostly want white trash two heebs & a bean.
because i love nofx, i love nofx, and i love nofx.
if i could see them live i'd have it all
oh
and i want i heard they suck live.

good luck with that, cecilia.
with le carlitas help, i could probably get all 9 cds without paying a cent. see, i love that girl, she walked out of borders with a purse full of techno.
she walks out of longs with a fistful of pills
we walk out of hell hand in hand.
fuck
yes.
and fucked up on coricidin too.
because we're immortal right? like mark. he's immortal.
i'm immortal.
i'm mortal.
i'm bored.

waving
to you
goodbye

a random design of a flower
like a rose
no one really knows
(insert geetar playing)
or a decomposeur
she is rose.
no one really knows.

i hate my family.
i love nofx.
i hate my family
i love nofx
i think i'm going to smoke
and jump on my bed
yeah yeah yeah!

whatever.
i will never come up with a solution to the way i am.
maybe because the only problem is my attitude towards myself.
i'm one of those pissy whiner kids that blab on about how depressed they are but never do anything about it.
which is a heap of fucking...piss-shit-cock-fuck-wannabe-phlem, meaning, it's stupid and fucked up.
but what am i supposed to do?
call some depression hotline and go oh, well i'm sad.
like they fucking care?
what the hell?
when i used to go to counseling, i never said anything to them, and everything i did say was a boldfaced lie.
i was trying to fit into this category of ocd.
now i'm just...all over the place.
right, chollet? roxxy?


nevermind i'm not getting into this.
it can not possibly make me feel any better to venture deeper and deeper into how i feel about life and people and everything and everything and everything.

i was down at the sheep pen
(how i miss the goats! they were such pleasant company when i was depressed!)
and i saw this bird flitting from tree to tree.
flitting, really. there was simply no other explanation for it.
and i was like...i wish i could do that.
and i understand why the aztecs would dress like animals.
then
i went and got the trash cans and brought them up to the house.
then i read some of this really stupid book that i stole from the library. i'm definatly not keeping it.
then i got online to check my grades
and i fucking forgot to do that...
my parents (my folks, my ma and pa, mommy and daddy, my dad and mom, my pop and mar, my mother and father, the twisted humans that gave birth to me)are watching midnight cowboy at an insane volume and it's annoying me. which is funny because i thought that movie was swell when i was watching it alone.
it was rated x back in the day.

i think i'm going to retire to my room
watch donnie darko
make use of my precious gift from elijah. (hagile)
and...
(i hear madonna going: if i could melt your heart we'd never be apart mmm-mmm-mm, give yourself to me. you hold the key)
i guess then i'll learn some japan-words

i'm so sick of feeling.
i'm so sick of being.
i'm so sick of...
periods and apostrophes and capitol letters and run on sentences and lies and truths and wants and hates and the word Fuck. i fucking hate that word
i fucking hate this world
my whole life has been a suicide letter for fucks sake.
for FUCKs sake.

i'll tell you what i'm escaping from
when i pop the pills in my mouth, i'm escaping from myself. from this part of me going why don't you just end it why don't you?
because right now if i had some drugs
i don't think i'd be talking about suicide
i'd be on a whole diferent level
so don't you say i'm addicted to drugs
i'm addicted to life and drugs are the only way i'm living.
keeping myself
without drugs where would i be?
(with drugs, where are you)
it doesn't matter, cecilia, you're nowhere. and you're going nowhere fast.
and you're nobody and you're nothing and you don't mean shit.
just like
nofx.
THAT is what's keeping me going.
whatever
boku genki!!!
(i am feeling fine)

now i think i know
what you tried to say to me,
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
they would not listen they're not listening still,
perhaps they never will.

for they could not love you
but still your love was true.
and when no hope was left in sight
on that starry starry night,
you took your life as lovers often do.
but i could have told you vincent
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

i hunger.
but i'm not going to eat.



i
hate this shit

i'll smoke some pot
then i'll do the daydream thing going awww kj is so cute. going awwww i miss kj. going awwww i am so attracted to this guy.

This is what we’re becoming: managers of longs

this is me going
permanent solution is better than no solution

i'm drunk
i fucking love it
i wish i were more drunk
there's no such thing as drunk enough
i hope i die from alcohol poisoning because that would be my death number 1
and listening to drugs are good driving down the canyon drunk was of course my death number 2
with my best friend at my side
and my best drink in my hand
miller
dennys
carla
my nephew driving knowing he won't endanger us
even though we know we're 2 seconds from falling off the edge.
me saying FUCK it.
just fucking stop eating.
me forgetting almost immediately
and feeling bad

and watching frankfurter
going
don't dream it
be it.
and knowing i'm only dreaming it.


yeah!
i fucking do crossword puzzles!
i fucking wash my hair with coal tar!
i fucking wake up in the middle of the night just to chug some vodka!
i fucking steal my nephews cigarettes whenever i possibly can!
i steal bud from my own cousin!
i drink the last of the liquer but i won't take the last cookie!
so why don't you just go ahead and love me.
obviously, i could never hurt a fly.
FUCK THAT.
i'm fucking...hazardous to my own health, what does that say?

haha. i don't know i don't speak greek!
a
hahahahahah
!oh god
i'm fuckin drunk
!!

my dad was supposed to come home last night at 3.
i woke up at 3
i drank
he didn't come home
hes still not home
fuckin i was watching about a boy
and i said to myself
cracking up
Fuckin whats the difference? my father is never home
and i was busting up laughing
and now i'm wishing i were still as drunk as i was then.
ugh
and there's school tomorrow
that wretched school.
school where people tell you what you can and cannot do.
and i've been trying to be "normal" as they see it.
but apparently it hasn't been working out.
because no matter what i've ever done in my life, people call me crazy.
not oh youre cool
or oh you're funny
because i'm not cool and funny i'm fucking nuts, and That's what those kids in my 5th period class find so cool and funny, that i'm "crazy"
dicks.
and they don't know
they don't care
i don't know
i don't care.

all i care about is where my next high comes from

i got pills

i got bud

i got nofx.

FUCK YEAH NOFX!!!
one more round then its bottles to the ground!!

what the fuck do i care what you bastards have to say?
people claiming they love me
they're related to me
they want me to be happy
they just want me to clean my room

and i don't really feel like cleaning my room
so what the hell is it to you?

i kind of want to go for a walk
i love walks
i love booze
i wish i had some more...
i have bud
but that's just not the same
i guess i'll get stoned before school tomorrow

that's better than pills, anyway
i hate when i'm doing pills
i love when i'm doing pills
shut up stephan king!


Fuck you asa
you can't surpass no one
you must surpass everyone
yeah
right


the only permanent
is roxxy
she's my best friend and she'll be there
because she's been there
as long as i don't rip her guts out
i'll have this best friend
i'll have this love nacho
i'll have this.

fat mike!
erik melvin!
yeah yeah yeah!


i just want to buy a fucking suitcase and get the hell out of here.



i'm not even that drunk
but i wish i were.

i fucking love you roxanne schick you dirty hoe you.
you're a tiger lily dammit!

and kj!
kj!!!
he who is sexy beyond all imagining...
like..woohoo
that woohoo was more like a wolf whistle from here, but when you try to spell those things...you end up just changing it a bit.


you cool cats making me want to be a better person.
the kind who lives and thinks and does jigs to montel jordan
hells yea mofuckah!!

harvest moon time!

i hate when i remember that my ducks are dead.

so me and glen made a vow to be happy
and we totally grinned at eachother and almost did the tango
then we remembered that we don't know how to tango
and we settled for awaiting the alcoholic beverages
he already has his shotglass next to him, crazy alkie.

i love (imagine that that "love" has a bunch of sparkle things around it to signify the sparklyness of my love) rage against the machine.
and i love....
baths.
having a bath about now seems nice... perhaps that would help my wretched itchy bleeding scalp...
yeah right.
that's called one of those temporary fixes.
where your scalp is perfectly fine then it slowly dries off and out and you're stuck with burning itchiness again.
rawr.
i don't even have the patience to be pissed off at my flaky body.
haha.
and thats funny
because i'm a flake
too?
i'm actually kind of giggling
that just makes it worse
and i love it

so in that whackass book
he says
"Think about it: is there any other time of life so rich, so empty, so limitless, so limited, so fascinating, so boring, so hopeful, so hopeless, where some days never end and some days never come?"
and i go awwwwwww
hecka cute!
like i think i'm going to set up the playstation and play harvest moon and milk a cow!
AWW!!!!
woohoo!!
i'm on the verge of doing jigs!
like
harvest moon! almost as cute as katamari!
i fucking love it
i fucking love you cecilia rose anne berry you crazy girl, you! with your preferences and your ideas and whatever else you hate!

and when i'm feeling so fucking happy
she shoots me down.
RAWR!!!
URGHHH!!!
i believe one day she will drive me away because i can't stand her at all
so i'm putting "suitcase" on my christmas list.
"stupid stupid stupid!" yeah shut the fuck up, will you emily?

crikey! says the walrus! your booty shivers me timbers!
and who fucking cares what noise cowboys make? i'm not a fucking cowboy! and i don't fuck cowboys neither! i'm just a black guy that won't be rude enough to shake your hand with my strokin hand.
i'm just a girl.

Fuck, dude, the speakers downstairs are so much better than the ones in my room. I shall steal them soon...
like i steal crossword puzzles from my mom
and lie about it
haha.
then i get this book at the library "bringing up parents" for when your parents totally suck and you want to fix your vicious cycles of negativity.
and my mom was going to make me go to the whackass parade thing in auburn. and we got in n out. and there were all these fucking people making all this fucking traffic. so we gave up on the parade thing. and then she's all i'm just going to park right here and eat this goddamn shitty ass hamburger and she's all freaking out and i'm like yeah...miss don't sweat the small stuff? what the hell? but i just sat there quietly because that's what i do.
and i say...too bad remo couldn't stay
and she just starts talking...like "i guess what happened is that victoria and blah blah blah blah blah and remo and her job and sacramento blah blah drivers license and she's just trying to make a lot of money at once and selling perfume and blah blah i should never have made them leave, victoria isn't taking her shots for cancer blah blah blah"
and it was terrible.
i started crying all silent like while yelling at myself in my head.
because...she just fucking talks to herself.
and it's not even about what she's feeling.

when we were at the drive thru line
she was like well what do you think about Your parents.
i go you're both distant
she figures i mean distant from eachother.

and when we're in the canyon she's like i've been trying to go to that damn concert for 6 years and i guess i'll go when i'm in a wheelchair
and that had to do with my fucking father too, didn't it?
killjoy?
FUCK!
i mean my mom's in counseling now
my nephew is on meth and fights with his girlfriend constant-status
remo's all over the place and insane to boot. you can tell because i deny it.
then there's me going i'm going to kill myself i'm going to kill myself i'm going to kill myself i'm going to kill myself.
i even fucking mention it to my english teacher i'm so pathetic.
so empty and lost and confused just like everyone else. just weaker for falling into the pathetic patterns of those.,..DICKS
fucking FUCK SUICIDAL ASSHOLES
says the girl who
FUCK that.


i'm getting drunk later.


and i guess it only matters if i dwell on it.
and why dwell on it when
NOFX ROCKS SHIT!
fucking everything is made better when i can scream along to these awesome bastards!


anyway
i'm totally happy
me and glen are having a party even though it's so fucking COLD!!!
when i woke up this morning, my first thought was GOD ITS COLD! and i put back on my sweater because, you know, me and roxxy made sweet love and it was somewhere on the floor and i got all cuddled up in my loser-status barney blanket
thinking...wow, i hope kj found his way home okay.

ahhahaa.
fuckin cecilia berry living on wayback road.
its uh...way back there.
ha.
ha.

anyway
i hope everyone knows i'm a loser.
that is all
guud bie