fascistprincess

This is my first entry. I have had such little time as of late to do such as play with a computer. Just moved into a beautiful, gigantic apartment and started a new semester beginning the second major. Brother is supposed to be back from Baghdad anyday. I want to see the footage. My cats have been acting as sexual and violent toward one another; the two boys have been trying to forcefully hump one another in addition to what appears as killing one another. I have been very nervous, tense, maybe even angry, sad. I may say I do not know why such a thing as this is as such, but that is primarily due to also being too apathetic to investigate. I am feeling sick now, even. Nauseous, more so. Nauseous to the extent that I must stop writing and go somewhere flat, or seemingly flat, and lay down. If the girl-Sarah was here I would lay on her breast and fall asleep, and possibly dream of things. But, I also may not see a thing in my sleep, and I also may wake and feel the same sickness lurking on the edge of nausea. These are things that may and do happen to people that are not me and people that are me. null