I hate having crappy days.

Because I have bad days, I ingest large ammounts of sugar (today's mix was a 2 liter of Coke, 10 pixie sticks and a bag of Sour Skittles), which make me hyper as hell, and annoy other people in my house, and then I do stupid things, such as eat three slices of pizza and less than ten minutes later go spin in the desk chair to the point where I'm gonna throw up.

God. I hate this house.

My sad empty diary.

That's right! EMPTY!

I cleaned it out like my EP diary.

Go me.