Location: Home once again. Someone's coming to look at Ren Saturday and I am NOT okay with it. My mind's racing in horror. I don't want to lose him, though I know I can't keep him either. I have a powder fetish. Powdered chocolate milk, powdered cool-aid, hot chocolate. I'll eat them with a spoon, make sure not to breathe out your nose while putting it in your mouth. I also have this thing with black paint. I don't know what it is but it just makes me all tingly inside. I'm having trouble getting out of bed in the, oh, early afternoon. What do I want to do with my life? I want to be a writer but I have these terrible spells of writer's block that stay for months. I want to be a computer engineer but jesus christ that's a lot of work. I wish I could work at Higglies with Noel but I hate coffee. I haven't even told my mother that I'm taking time off from school. I get these dizzy spells and I have to put my hand on the wall or something so I don't fall over. My hair's falling out. I went to the grocery store today and people at the cash register were looking at me funny. I like the scars on my arms. I guess the feeling's not mutual.
