But I don't even HAVE a league to be out of

Today I became a little more familiar with the concept of the Japanese "harem manga," which is a style rather unique to that imaginative country... basically, a regular, usually kinda nerdy guy (much like myself) gets found attractive by a huge number of beautiful girls who all fight each other over who gets him, even if he's only interested in one or none of them.

*sigh* Sometimes Japan makes me hate my life. I wish mine were like that...

Oh, and the one I read a bit of to get an idea of what it's like? Yeah, it's got a bunch of monster girls after a human dude. And not the freaky kinds of monsters, either. Like the actual human-ish ones. Vampire? Check. Ice maiden? Check. A freakin' succubus? ...check.

*sob*

I had my phone off for a few days. Nobody even texted. This does not surprise me in the slightest. Oh well.

I don't like being alone, but I know I'm going to have to be whether I want to or not. Learning to accept that is the hard part. It's not fair when you have a lot of love in your heart but usually have to hide it because it always gets rejected...

Can you tell I'm not feeling that great? Yeah. Oh, and I've no idea if you're reading this, but seriously, don't talk to me out of the blue at one grad party and give a flirty wave to me at the other, then completely ignore me the next day and not invite me to your own party. It confuses me. And makes my self-esteem hurt. Some people don't like playing mind games. Especially with someone they figured they had lost any possible chance with during their final year of high school, partially being one of the things sending them into the deepest depression they'd ever been in, finally requiring them to go into therapy and take medication.

That sentence got out of hand. Sorry. But you get my point.

Raise a glass to fallen friends

So. Just finished watching Doctor Who a little bit ago- specifically, "Cold Blood," the newest episode as of this writing. And, well... wow. Just... yeah. It's a traditional new series adventure for most of the episode, but then the last few minutes...

Total tearjerker. I don't want to spoil it, but... I am not ashamed to admit this episode made me cry. Not as much as Ten's regeneration, but definitely one of the saddest moments in Doctor Who history for me. And then once the tears subside, there's a big WHAM moment at the very end when you get slapped with something big and unexpected, and suddenly you know the finale is going to have a lot at stake for the Doctor.

The upcoming Vincent van Gogh episode looks to be stunning too. Given that van Gogh was a genius afflicted with severe depression all his life, and really just the preview, which is brilliant in itself... yeah, I have high hopes for it. Plus, it's the only one left before "The Lodger," in which the Doctor apparently loses the TARDIS and has to spend a while sharing a flat with a regular bloke. Hilarity will likely ensue.

Chrono Trigger is still going excellently, just to remind you all. Just got back from the End of Time (the Doctor Who parallel makes me laugh there) and got back to human civilization! Off to the Middle Ages once more...

I went to a rather large number of graduation parties today. At least six, I think. I don't feel much like counting (I'm pretty tired- there was GREAT food, however), and besides, a couple odd things happened that make me want to rethink how I've seen things the last couple years of my life.

What's going on when someone you thought couldn't stand you gives you a kind farewell when you didn't even say hello to them?

I'm confused. Who knows, maybe I'm overthinking again...

I used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word

Do you want to know what stress is?

Good, 'cause I'll tell you. Stress is trying to carry on a conversation with the girl you're harboring a massive crush on while still being the worst conversationalist in the world.

Epic failure, thy name is Troy.

Okay, I'm actually slogging through at the moment I type this, and I fear my little heart cannot take it. It's... well, stressful. Somewhere, there is a list of things I cannot afford to screw up, and this is #1 on that list. I don't expect spectacular instant results, naturally, this is going to take some time and effort to go anywhere.

To be fair, it's actually not that bad so far. I think.

Um... I found a copy of the DS Chrono Trigger, which I'd been looking for recently. Played about an hour so far, pretty good game. And I have a really cool plush Kirby I found at the same store. Yes, I know, giant kid at heart, but still.

Maybe, just maybe, things are starting to turn around, even if only a little.

Wait wait wait... cyanide and WHAT now?

Over yesterday and today, I read the entirety of the incredibly dark-but-funny webcomic "Cyanide & Happiness." Basically, it's the most offensively hilarious stick figure comic out there on the web. At least that I know of.

...I sure hope there aren't any worse ones.

I want the Gurren Lagann movies to come out soon in some form or another. I... really need something good to watch that will make me feel epic and awesome, because that is the exact opposite of how I feel right now.

This is only Tuesday. It's going to be a long week. At least my iPod is charged so I can listen to fastpaced intense music to fake feeling good. Every little bit counts.

Something good needs to happen in my life soon. Just... something. Even a little thing that I've been looking for.

A tweed jacket in the right color would be nice.

With elbow patches.

Take two and call me in the morning

So, I think I'm going to make an executive decision here. I'm switching to posting every other day. It's summer, I've not got a whole lot to talk about, I'd end up repeating myself, and... well, do you really want to pop by daily looking for updates? I certainly hate doing that.

Recently, I've been looking at Facebook and it seems like everyone's in a relationship nowadays. Everyone's got somebody but me. *sigh* And as we all know, there's only one girl I do want, and I couldn't attempt to find anyone else even if I wanted to, in part because now my mind automatically shuts down on the possibility of finding any other woman more than vaguely attractive in a platonic way.

Which reminds me, my current feelings are best summed up in the title of the group I joined (and I quote): "don't worry, things will get better. LOL jk no they won't :/."

Supposedly things are going to get better... any word on when they will? 'Cause I'm still waiting for it to happen for all the previous problems in my life. Did they ever get better? Nope. Will this one? I wish, but realistically, things will probably get a lot worse before they ever get better.

That's not pessimism. That's realism derived from years of painful experience.

...and this is one of the other reasons I'm cutting back on posting.

Well now, that's just getting insane.

So I took a look at the list of Pokemon I want to use in future games.

Discounting the ones I already have used, it's at a whopping thirty-seven. Let me break that up for you. Even if I didn't use starters, there's only six in a team at one time, so I'd have to play at least six games to use them all. And this is before we factor in whatever gems Generation V will give us.

*sigh* Sometimes loving all Game Freak's creatures great and small is a difficult task. Perhaps I should start narrowing it down even further...

I am seriously considering using Dunsparce and Beedrill in the same team at some point. Seriously, Gurren Lagann team for the win. Drills! Manliness! Epic sunglasses! More drills! Beautiful women! Hotblooded speeches! ...even more drills!

The amazing part is that I essentially summed up the show right there. Sometimes simple is effective, though, and Gurren Lagann proves that point. Ah, that show, Pokemon, and Doctor Who... my big three obsessions.

Speaking of, check out some of my favorite various crossover pics of those three series here:
*The first ten Doctors as Pikachu... or is that ten Pikachu as the first ten Doctors?
*Various Davies-era characters as Pokemon- worth it just for Jack as a Ditto (they breed with everything)
*The manliest fanmade Pokemon ever made.

If I find some Doctor Who/Gurren Lagann crossover art I might post that, but I haven't the urge to look for it now. So far all I know of is a semi-decent crossover fanfiction between the two. So be it.

Went to a graduation party tonight. One of... I think eight or so? Man, I'm gonna be busy this next week or so. Perhaps I will go to the actual graduation, I'm not sure yet. But I might.

...you know, they'll never make an obvious Gurren Lagann-based Pokemon but I'd love to use something like this guy. I just... have the need to use drills in Pokemon. If somebody in Brawl had a drill-based, or even drill-like, Final Smash, I'd totally shout out "GIGA DRILL BREAAAAAAAAKEEEEEERRRRR" whenever I used it.

Things that bug me about Facebook, number 243

When people I don't want to talk to are the only ones who bother to chat to me. (sigh) Gotta work on those list things so I can block them the nice way. Fortunately, nothing like this too much tonight...

Today, I found a shirt and suspenders for my Eleventh Doctor outfit, which I am quite pleased about. Looks like we're going for the blue version. Not that I mind, and the shirt that I found is about as close as I'll get (it looks nice anyway).

Also picked up a copy of the Shakespeare we'll be doing at Central next semester. My own self-assigned homework for the summer.

Did you see that they announced series 2 of those collectible LEGO minifigs? ...did I mention it in a previous post?... Ah well, now you either know or got reminded. I have an urge to collect them all and take pictures to post with funny captions. I have a feeling that green-skinned witch will contribute to many a "Wicked" joke.

Graduation parties coming up. Hmm. Could try out the shirt-suspenders combo. Might as well add something new to my wardrobe repertoire.

Time keeps on slipping

I didn't post last night, I know. Didn't feel like it. I'm starting to think daily posts may become more irregular as time goes on.

A summary of the things I did and acquired over the last couple days:

*Met the governor of Iowa, Chet Culver
*Got my hands on a few comic books, specifically Doctor Who and the Blackest Night storyline from DC
*Eight power rings (all of the colors from DC except for yellow, alas) and a Flash ring
*Two Eleventh Doctor figures
*A rather cutesy miniature Weeping Angel
*All three of the first Eleventh Doctor novels
*A shirt with the Indigo Tribe symbol on it (it was that or Orange)
*Found some black pants for my Eleven costume (sadly, all other items still being hunted for)
*No new sonic screwdriver, though. Alas...
*Saw Glee for the first time ever. Neil Patrick Harris makes everything better.

I am thankful my mom kept me moving around and doing things, even though it must wear her out driving all over. I think she knows that I've been lonely, and I did kinda tell her that people leaving me out of stuff (almost certainly intentionally) has been making me unhappy.

I thought once school was over for the semester all of college's problems would stay there, y'know?

Believe in the bee who believes in you

I had a boring day, and frankly I'm still feeling kind of forgotten and unwanted (general rule of thumb: whenever people say "it's not that we don't want you there" THAT'S WHAT IT IS). So instead, take a look at an awesome flash that combines Pokemon and Gurren Lagann in one of the best crossovers I've seen in some time.

CLICK HERE TO PIERCE THE HEAVENS WITH YOUR BEEDRILL!

Happiness is something that happens to other people

I watched the newest episode of Doctor Who today. There's a big spoiler ahead, so you may want to leave now if you don't want spoiled...



Still here?



You ready then?



Good, let's continue.



So for those of you still with me, I think I had a moment in today's episode where I sympathized and identified more with the Doctor than I ever have. When the Doctor figures out who the Dream Lord is, he says he's figured it out because nobody else could hate him that much... and it turns out the Dream Lord is part of the Doctor. So nobody hates the Doctor as much as he hates himself. So yeah. That really struck a chord with me, because I think people don't really appreciate just how brutally I judge myself. And it's not even that brutal... I'm just honest about who I am.

No matter how hard I try, I'm never good enough for anyone. I get too scared to try most new things because I'm certain it'll end in failure, and when I'm brave enough to try it inevitably goes horribly wrong just as I thought.

In the end, everyone's going to leave me. They'll go home or find someone better or die or... just forget about me. It happens all the time, and sooner or later I'll have nobody left.

There's a very simple equation to look at it by. If there's two people in a room and one of them's me, the other one wishes they were alone.

I'm a one-man cheeseburger apocalypse

...I eat burgers. A lot. Seriously, Burger King for lunch and then we went down to the Kalona Family Restaurant for dinner- my first time there, and of course there were bacon cheeseburgers to be had.

Ahh, Left 4 Dead. What laughs you have given me through your memes.

Speaking of, my visit to the high school today. So, a few people accidentally found me early (there were some laughs when people opened doors and found me standing unexpectedly behind them), but quite possibly the best entrance ever was committed by yours truly. I happened to have donuts, a soda, and my DS, so I holed up in a practice room for some time, waiting for the perfect point when I could make my move. Now, I could hear just fine, but I looked out the window quite a bit anyway, and nobody seemed to notice me, which was just fine. After sitting through announcements and distractions, finally... the whole group stood up to begin.

Door opens.

"HOLD IT."

Everyone turns around. Before anyone can react...

"Can't let you croon that, Star Fox."

Cheers. Applause. Amazement. And so the man becomes a legend.

...really, I can't make that up. I'm hoping one day it'll end up on My Life is Average, but you never know. Of course, I have to somehow top that next time I'm there, so I may have to call in the Blue Angels or something. I mean, c'mon, I singlehandedly brought choir to a halt with an Internet meme. And then I ran out of the room to go to the bathroom, then sat in the middle of the group and ate doughnuts while they sang, then decided to lie down on the risers in the gym as they got into their rows, then rolled off when I had to move (and hitting my head actually made it even funnier). It sort of raises and answers all at once the question of why I'm still single.

Y'know, back in high school, there were a lot of girls that had their chance and missed it. These genes seriously need to get passed on somehow.

The journey home!

Sorry I didn't post last night. It was late when I got back and I felt too tired, plus I had an 8:00 am final and wanted as much sleep as possible for that.

But yeah, finals aside (they went well for the most part)... I'm home. Huh, this is actually my first post from here. Weird.

I didn't get to say goodbye to a whole lot of people. They were busy, had their own stuff to do. Makes sense, I guess. Ah well, I will hopefully see some over the summer. Not like I have a whole lot to do to begin with... vacation in a little more than a month. Canada, here we come. ...eventually.

Oh. For any of my Mid-Prairie students reading this, expect me tomorrow. Shh, it's a surprise. Don't tell anyone.

Next week sometime I'll get to go to Ames, and I'll be off to hunt for the Eleventh Doctor's sonic screwdriver. And about time too!

Yesterday I got to see the results of my labors for the film class project, incidentally. It was... well, pretty funny. I heard good things, and apparently there were tears as a result of excessive laughter. Yup, still got it.

I want the collectible LEGO minifigs to come out soon, but... apparently not until June, or so I hear. Argh, I want that robot. And zombie. And the caveman, and cheerleader, and magician, and astronaut... heck, I want all of them. And multiples of a few. And then when the second series comes around I want the Spartan and the vampire and the martial artist... uh, all of them too, I guess.

I'm pretty sure my mental state stopped maturing around 12 and my body's just gotten older. Except for when I feel like an old man in a young man's body... but it's three relatively stress-free months that I've got now, so let's ignore that for the time being.

Do you hear crickets?

Wow. Having all this free time... really sucks. Everyone else is busy right now, so I'm pretty much alone at the moment.

*sigh* Things do tend to go this way. And of course once I get out of here Thursday everyone will probably forget about me. As they should, I guess. I'm feeling a bit down today. Just a little.

When I'm home for the summer, I'm free from any obligations, but... I won't see or hear from anyone for three months, most likely. And I'll be lonelier than usual then. Everyone goes off and does things with their better friends, and I get left behind. Maybe people will talk to me over the summer. Of course there's a certain girl I'd like to talk to, but I have a feeling that will go badly. Or not work.

Emotions really need an off switch. They get in the way more often than not.

Last improv show of the year was tonight... it was OK, I guess. I'm starting to feel like I'm not doing as well as I should. I have a recurring feeling of being a failure lately. Let's see, I've hardly got any friends, girls don't like me, and I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. Yeah, I'm kind of a loser.

...I need a hug.

It's a dirty story of a dirty man, and he wants to be a paperback writer...

So today has mostly been a working day for my essays. Except not really. There were long Facebook comment chains, more Pokeathloning, and a good deal of sleep. The sudden lack of classes has thrown me off.

Anyway, I get to see my mom tomorrow as she comes over to help me pack and then eat lunch- hopefully I will still get done with everything by five o'clock, but I think we'll be fine. Probably.

Eh, 1250 words isn't much. Half of that isn't even two pages. Double-spaced.

After that, though, it's just testing. Two finals, and then I'm outta here. My freshman year of college is almost over, and what a roller coaster ride it has been. Here's hoping next year has a lot more ups than downs, and that I don't procrastinate as much...

Perhaps I should set smaller goals. Heh.

Still, as long as I get this one essay done within the next hour or so, I'll be pleased. Anyway, until next time...

Enslaving powerful demigods... and making them compete in the Olympics

So today... I caught Entei in HeartGold, and there was much rejoicing. I am exceptionally pleased that I finally managed to catch all three of the beasts legitimately in one game. It may have taken ten years and some remakes, but I did it!

Theater barbecue happened today... not much to mention, but it was fun. I enjoyed it. Not a whole lot else happened today, besides sleeping and slacking off.

I feel rather good today. But you never know what tomorrow will bring... curse you, fatalistic realism.

Good morning, Crono

...wait, who... never mind.

I was up late last night so I decided to hit bed rather than post. Which leads me to a very silly Facebook status that I saw: somebody saying they were going to sleep... until they woke up.

REALLY.

...I hope that was from exhaustion and not, you know, plain stupidity.

Anyway, did you know that they revealed the Gen V starters? Well, kinda revealed?

Seriously, they couldn't just make one week of that show filler and show us the starters this time around? Anyway, my guess is Grass-Fire-Water from left to right. I really want to see the Fire-type since I'll probably be using it.

Got to see Colin Mochrie and Brad Sherwood do live improv last night in Des Moines. Heck yes it was awesome. There were probably a thousand people in attendance, and we got to sit fairly close to the stage. The show itself was great as well, and ended with a rendition of Frank Sinatra's "My Way"... but the highlight was probably the Most Dangerous Improv Game in the World. Imagine, if you will...

Mousetraps all over the floor, and also dangling from the ceiling in a Corridor of Doom. While barefoot. And blindfolded. And doing the alphabet game in the style of an opera.

Laughs were had.

After getting back I stayed up late and talked for a while, first over Facebook chat and then just in person. That was good. I feel a bit better today, and I know I'm going to be seeing her in a few hours... hopefully her current relationship tumor won't be there. The person I was talking to last night had no idea about this whole thing until I explained it to her, and from her perspective, yup, the guy's a total jerk. And looks like Randall from Monsters Inc.

How I lost to that, exactly, I am rather unsure. But the comparison made me feel better.

So... how about those Red Sox?

I'm frankly at a loss for stuff to say right now.

*shrug*

Boring day, mostly. Got one of my finals canceled, I guess that's good. Central Late Night is over, which is sad, but it was good while it lasted. Only seven people came tonight. Stupid Tulip Time.

I want to go to Ames soon so I can head to that comic book shop that has Doctor Who merchandise. If I'm going to make my own Eleventh Doctor costume I need that sonic screwdriver...

And a bow tie. Bow ties are cool.

I AM IRON MAN *guitar*

So. Um... it's almost 3:00 as I write this.

We went and saw the midnight showing of Iron Man 2 here in Pella. Verdict? I rather liked it. Perhaps not quite as much as the original, but Don Cheadle was awesome as the new Rhodes and, let's be honest, that little bit after the credits was pure gold.

There were some cool trailers, also. Preceded by the trailer for another Twilight movie. Nearly everyone in the theater booed, which was great, though. It was also followed by the A-Team trailer, so there was manliness to make up for it.

Right now, I feel better than I have in a week. I have two of the best friends in the whole world. Thanks, guys. Don't give up on me...

Handshake DENIED.

Here's a protip for you all: never offer your hand to the president of your college if you're the guy under the desk. You'll get ignored...

So yeah, we had Central's current president and his successor on the Central Late Night show tonight. The new guy is pretty funny, I think he'll do well in the position. Now, I can't say if maybe my sitting under that cramped desk altered my perception a bit, but from where I was sitting (ha) he seemed like a fairly funny and well-meaning man, which I suppose is good since he'll be the one handing me my diploma.

Looking forward to summer. I will have a lot of time to take up by doing stuff, and I'm already starting to plan what I'll do. I think I need to try to audition for something in a theater somewhere. Get some more experience, have some fun, get out of the house for a bit, all that jazz.

I have a feeling I'll be in Iowa City a lot, when I'm not traveling elsewhere. I may also try to get my driver's license, at long last. I should probably do that, but that's accepting that I'm not twelve years old anymore and I cannot do that.

My friends are cool. I appreciate them. And the hugs. And the late-night visitation to play video games that just turns into a fun chatfest. I felt alive again, for a little while today.

It doesn't hurt quite so much as it burns, now. I try to avoid them, especially when they're together. But you can't always... and when she notices that I'm there, and I wonder what she's thinking, doesn't help. I'd sort of rather she ignore me altogether than that.

Two separate people, now, have suggested that I may actually be in love. Look, I'm not going to say I am, I'm not sure I'm in a good enough emotional state to consider that kind of thing, and as one pointed out, putting labels on it doesn't really help in any way. BUT.

You gotta listen to your heart. Even if it screwed things up before, and it may very well screw it all up again (Lord knows that's true in my case), you have to trust it, because you can't trust anything else if not that. And my heart's pretty strong, it has to be to have survived the stuff I've gone through. Do you know what it tells me?

"Keep going for her. She's different than the others."

I can give her the world, if she gives me the chance. Just have to hold out. Wait for her to see the massive mistake she's made and realize there's someone far better who's been waiting for her all this time. I don't want anybody else but her, because my heart is telling me that she could just be the one to make me happy.

I really hope she is. After all the previous heartbreaks and failures I deserve that, at this point.

Badumbadum *click click*...

I made my big TV debut today... as a pair of disembodied hands under a desk.

Seriously, if you have a chance, go see Central Late Night. It's like a late night talk show... but at Central. And I'm under a desk. With signs and stuff. Oh, and a bit of improv beforehand. Which, yes, I am still quite good at. The "pilot" was filmed tonight, and besides a couple hiccups it went pretty well. We definitely got a good reception for the audience, and we're continuing my gag (I suppose you gotta start somewhere in the business), so it was a success overall.

Posts have generally been getting shorter recently, I notice. Less to say? Or just less time? I dunno.

I am going to attempt to be hugged every day. It really does help.

Letter to a friend

Dear God,

Hi, it's me, Troy. I know we don't talk a lot, and I'm sorry about that, but you know it's always been a little bit awkward for me.

I'm sure I don't have to tell you why I'm writing, because you already know, being the Almighty and that kind of thing. But recently I've been wondering some things and I think you're the only one who can give me some answers, so hey, let's talk for a bit.

I just want to know... why are you putting me through what you have been the past few months of my life? And really, the last five or so years? I've noticed a disturbing pattern, in that I find myself falling for someone amazing who ends up hating me in the end. This always happens, no exceptions. Nothing good ever comes of these situations, just more pain and loneliness than I had to begin with.

And now over the past year, you introduced me to two girls who I liked very much. The first one lied to me and pretended to be my friend, and instead went for someone else who she pretty clearly picked based only on looks. And then I meet an even better girl, and you make it impossible for me to spend much time with her- and on top of that, now there's another guy for her too, and they're together and it's been killing me, both figuratively and literally. I cried so much yesterday that I found it hard to walk, and today I feel so dead inside.

So why?

Why are you doing this to me?

If you love all your children, then why have you given me nothing but sorrow so far? Did I do something wrong? I feel like you've abandoned me, like you hate me. Whatever I did, I'm sorry, really. Was it so bad that you had to curse me to be forever alone? What can I do to make up for this?

My friends say things will get better, and I want to believe them. But they have never gotten better before, only worse. And how much worse are you going to make things for me? Are you trying to kill me, God? Do you want me to die? Wouldn't a speeding car or a thunderbolt have been a lot faster? Or am I such a terrible person in your eyes for that to not be enough, and there has to be prolonged suffering?

Because that's what it feels like.

Why did you give me a heart if it's only there to be broken? Why did you give me the ability to feel compassion and love toward other human beings when it's never returned? I feel so alone in the universe sometimes, like I'm on the other side of a one-way mirror and other people can't see or hear me... and you know why I feel like this.

And you know that there's someone I care about, someone amazing and beautiful and wonderful, and she's with a guy nobody thinks she should be with, in a relationship that's supposedly doomed to failure, but I know that you're going to put me through the hell that has become living for as long as you possibly can. Can I even die? I wonder, have you, as some cruel joke, made me immortal so that if I should ever try to die, I can't, just so you can keep twisting the knife ever further?

If you care so much, then why is all the hard work and effort into being a better and stronger person rewarded only with failure?

I'm begging you, please, please, please forgive me, for whatever sin I committed, because this punishment is starting to be more than I can handle. Can't you just once let me have what I want? Why can't I be with this one person? Is my being unhappy that important to the continued existence of the universe? Or do you just want me to be miserable?

Just this once, please fix things. Don't let this go on for so many more weeks and years. I'm trying to put on a brave front but I'm dying on the inside. Just give me this chance...

Sincerely and apologetically yours,
Troy Wilkins

Troy used HYDRO PUMP! It's not very effective...

Rough weekend, overall.

I cried a lot today. And I mean a lot. I think that, after all the stuff of the past few months, it just finally got too much to keep in completely. So it all just left in the only way I could. I tried keeping it in once in the morning, and it was mostly successful, but...

Well, the evening came around and by the end it all rushed out. I'm glad, at least, to have friends that care. And provide hugs. I think I may start to need them every day just to get through...

Finished my big religion paper, though. Still have a little polishing to do tomorrow, but mostly I'm through with it.

Just a big kid at heart

Really, I am.

I miss my parents right now. They came and saw the play. I'm glad they liked it, even if I wasn't in it.

Not feeling too good right now, though. Rough couple of days. Hope I get better soon. I really do need more hugs.

"Flesh and Stone" was a great episode. Seriously creepy stuff.

Not much else to say. Just... pretty down right now. Don't wanna talk a lot about it.