11:15pm

Its 11:15pm and I'm in front of my aunt's laptop, listening to Sabrepulse and texting several people at once. Life is starting to slow down, and everything seems like a waste, I feel like a burden and leech, just feeding off of everyone and giving nothing back. At first I thought that was me just being depressed, but on a later examination I'm starting to think it might be a combination of not sleeping well, homesickness, and me giving up caffine.
Any of these things could be what's causing me to feel the way I am.
Feels like I'm screaming for help and just getting glances of irritation back, but again, it could just be the above stated 'depressents'.
On a lighter note; I've begun writting a new story [a few weeks ago actually] that shows much potential. It will be titled 'Dollface' after my Porcelain Doll persona. She's the perfect girl, but since she doesn't really exist, she has only a blank canvas of what a girl would be, therefore, she's just a doll.
We'll get into deeper things as time goes on.
As you may have seen, I'm putting 'The Jizzenator' up, its not the best work of art, and not something I'd want my mother to read. But it is, however, something that reminds me of better days, therefore, to me, its beautiful.
The mood has faded, I'm feeling better. That might be sleep telling me its time to join him.
That sounds good. If you get the chance, listen to Sabrepulse. I love him.
-Sir Jestro