Green-Sleevez

before I say what I need to, this brief announcement. WHAT CRAWLED UP YER ASS AND DIED, MAAAN?? D: okay. I'm moving out of this account. Because I can and want to. My artwork stays, my journals stay. But I stop watching EVERYONE. On my new account which is not named yet, I will start a new life. [: Hoorah! Toodle-oo. ~Ziek

arggh. I'm sick. My eyes are watering, my nose is stuffed up and I can't sleep. It's something past eleven. Greeaat. I'm leaving for Rome in 6 days. Even greater! I have five days to get better. otherwise I'm screwed. ]: I blame the music room air-conditioners. they're fucking freezing. and outside it's really hot. The constant switching between hot and cold wreaks havoc on your immune system. Top that with some stress over GCSE Coursework and exposure to the fall virus and you've got yourself one leaking-from-the-nose'd Ziek. Hnn, at least during my less than 100% healthy condition I'm extra creative. [= Which means more art. If my dad

AHMYEH. Tomorrow I shall go to the mall and act like a total idiot and flirt with every appealing person I meet. I hope Jake won't be too ill tomorrow. >: Hm, I'm sick of my independancy. I want to be able to fall back on someone, or just to be able to hug and kiss someone. :[ I really think I have co-dependency issues. Maybe.. Hm. I dunno. OHCRAPGUY'SBIRTHDAYINAFEWDAYSD8 pff, I'll get that sorted. ~Ziek