i made fifty-some dollars today, typing up business reports for my grandfather. i don't feel like i earned the money, i don't feel like i deserve it. i want to tear the check into a million pieces and jump up and down on it. i want to scream, 'kill me!' and i want someone to do it.
i think i'm going to buy the newest Placebo cd. i might as well spend the money before i destroy it. i'm tried and i truly want to kill myself.
