And so I cope.

I'm feeling like shit. Wanna hang out with Ian, maybe hack a few games. I'm feeling like I was stabbed in the fucking chest, I smashed my window. Destroyed my parent's room, tried smoking, something new I figured. blech. I'm probably going to be posting daily or every couple days. TF2 will be what I talk about when Valve fixes the saxxy awards. Until then, emotional bullshit that I should be posting in a diary.