Your fingers get swollen from the cold, you can't feel if you're still holding the pencil. But you draw. You draw until you have nothing left to draw; you don't leave because of the cold. Or the smell of cigarettes. Do you have a lighter?... No, I don't smoke. I don't even belong here.

The heavy rap makes a faint, barely deciperable noise through the cold air. The chill goes through your body. Your heart beats within an empty chest.

It didn't have to be like this.

Forget. That's not what you're here for.

Your fingers tingle as they shade between the lines. Or was it the soda swishing in your stomach? The empty gurgle it made.

It's as if the cold can blow right through your body, through the hollow.

These flaws will define me.

So where'd you go? How was your vacation home? well obviously you were busy.... too busy for me So this is how you leave me I'm broken hearted on the floor My tears seep through the crack under my door where i am locked in Shut down I'm so tired I'm picking myself up off the ground... (Alkaline Trio)

I'm not really emo... despite what it might sound like. I'm just really fucking cold. My body is still shaking. But I'm not here to complain. There are other places. I'm not here for sympathy. I'm here, looking for respect.

I shouldn't be writing right now.

Moo. My pictures are supposed to be emailed to me. I'm so exitedly impatient. I haven't updated my deviantart account in the longest time. I also scanned the journal entry from last Wednesday. It'll make your heart warm.

Thank you, everyone. I've never felt so cared for *sniff sniff*... Now go sign my goddam guestbook ;)