I think we're alone here, You and I, I think we're alone in the universe tonight.

Summer.
40 hours a week in a voluntary prison.
Ipod at the end of the rainbow.
Colbys' gone.
Everyone's leaving me it feels like.
Hornby in only a little bit.
Karens' coming to visit.
Childhood reunion.
Alcohol is hurting me right now.
I'm confused about my feelings.
For the first time in my life.
And it kills me.
Also, my "dad" is here.
Which kills me also.
Atleast he didn't bring the whore.
Thank the Lord above for that.
My circle of friends are all well.
Except engulfed, by the vicious cycle of hormonal attraction.
That kills me too.
Atleast I have self control.
Sometimes.

Right now I hate:
Laval. Quebec. Lack of feeling-control. Alaska. The Army. Ugh.