its like my blood is running. my arms feel like running snakes. i'm not sure what it all means. all i know is i feel exposed. as much as i hate it, there is a strange bit of attractiveness in it. i need ink after this is all done. this is something new. this is something revolutionary. this is something worth ink. i need to do so many things. 36 hours is not enough for one day. i need to break the cycle. i fear i am no longer humble. i fear i have lost it.. i fear i have lost what i love about myself. i fear i have lost what people love about me. i, i, i. i need to either stop caring about me so much or i need to start caring about me. i fear i have lost what i have lost. i have taken everything for granted. i am too easily influenced. i need a soul-transfusion. i need a religion. i need to be more active. i need to hold my girlfriends hand more in public. i need to refocus my angle of getting things done. i need an eqivalent of what krystal has with aron. i need to stop getting sick every other day. i need a stomach that's bigger than a dime. i need to sleep.