Current mood:	hrmm..
Current music:	pink floyd-money

hmm
best 4ish 5ish days in ever. and eee! and more eeeee! and even more eeeeeeeeee!

i think too much, especially cuz it doenst get me anywhere, then when i think less, i make some very very un-good desicisons, but whatever.
ooh yes, as i walkled into the hallway i noticed the light on under my door, so right away i know someones been in my room, and i was hoping for it to just be nothing, but i walk in, and everything is made. but like, fucking serious, right ndown to clean sheets, cleared out desk, organized closet/bookshelf/drawers and my dad put pink post its on EVERYTHING
"these ------> are books"
"this is a box of weird shit"
"in here are things i dont know where to put"
"i swear i didnt look in here. I swear"
"I organized your desk. Please dont be mad at me"
"this is your art stuff"
"i put pictures in here"
"You needed a jump start"
"i just wanted to help you out of this hole"

i cant fucking deal with that, and ill admit tht i started crying. i dont know what he found, because he had to have found SOmETHING right? gahhh i dont like thinking about it.

but thats enough for a while, becasue whenever i write in here i end up thinking and id rather be all numb and happy for as long as possible.