It seems as though every sad song I've ever heard is floating through my head today. I can't shift this melancholy. I bombard it with happy thoughts of lovely times and fanciful people but I can't see to bust up the hold it has on me. I do things that make me happy, like sketching and singing, but all I can sketch is things which cause me to want to cry and sing about how I'm funking not good enough. I think I might wish I was a junkie because the fix is so easy. All you need is the junk not a billion other things that are not as simple as junk. You know when junk is looking good you're in a bad place. Maybe I should take up smoking again. Not as hard to get my hands on as junk and more socially acceptable. I don't think my teeth would enjoy it too much though. I don't really like piss teeth. No offense if you smoke. You may like piss teeth. :) It's the singer in me that won't let me smoke. My voice has no objection to junk though.

I'm changing rooms tomorrow (Yay!!) so my next post might be a while. I got a beautiful new single room. Much excitement. I will call you, if I like you, with my new phone number. Much love ya'll! See ya!