psynapse

there will be no bitching and moaning in the following journal entry. so those of you tired of hearing me whine about the girl who will never love me need not worry about any of that for the time being. you can just sit back and catch a glimpse of my brain when it's not swirling with frustration, doubt, anger, sadness, regret and despair. here goes:










alright, i can't think of anything that doesn't involve those things. so that's it. if i can't say anything nice, i will choose to not say anything at all. even though this was like 60 words long. goodnight.