I am whole. I am complete. And I have him to thank.

I love you Brandon!

my heart is lying broken on the floor, the pieces scattered about like a puzzle that doesn't fit.

how could you do this to me? after all of this?

i can't breath....i'm choking in my tears.

I've decided that I have no life.

But of course, you already knew that.

Misery has slowly become my best friend.

Dammit...and I thought that was Patrick.

Wishes have been granted and I'm headed back to Louisville this weekend. Not coming back to PC except to visit.

If I could do things different, I wouldn't. I'd only find a way to make Louisville closer to here.

But you can't have everything you want all the time.

I'm going to miss Patrick and everyone else like hell.

Does anyone find it odd that I'm not in a good mood yet again? I sure as hell don't.

I need to get out of this hell hole.

I'M NOT HAVING A GOOD FUCKING WEEKEND AND IT'S ONLY FRIDAY!

Feel like commenting?

Do it and I'll cut off your balls. Don't have balls? I'll slit your tits.

That's right. I said it.

What now?

Don't fuck with someone who's morbidly insane.

The parental units are coming to pick me up tomorrow so I can go to David's funeral.

Some sympathies have come my way so far. I find it a tad frustrating when I try to exlpain to people how he died. For some reason sorrow doesn't overcome a snicker when you hear about a tragic death caused by a potato gun.

This sure is one for the books though. It's not every day your uncle goes outside and gets blown up by a potato gun. And it's certainly not everyday that 10 minutes after it happens your cousin calls to reconsile whatever differences have come between you in light of everything that's happened.

Life has taken an abnormal twist. I'm not sure I like where it's headed.