A hope for home...

Ugh, I'm so tired, and I don't want to be. If I go to bed now, i can get ten hours.


Screw that.


*headdesk*

I should just fall asleep for a while, and wait for all of this to be over. Done with everything for a while, just get in my little badass spaceship and fly close to the speed of light so i can go forward in time. Yay Einstein. He's one of my heroes. :)

I really just want to go get obliterated, hook up with some guy and have a boatload of fun that I won't be able to remember in the morning. Morality sucks butt sometimes. Sad thing is, I have a pretty good idea where I could go do that. But I think I care too much to not care.

Maybe I'm reaching my breaking point. Or at least, this might be my way of flirting with the edge again. I seem to like to do that. I just want to...

There we go. Screamo Metal goodness makes things better.

Well, I am glad that people think highly enough of me, and care enough to let me know or give me a little kick.

But for now I'll just veg out to A Hope for Home.