At this point in life, I no longer care what you think of me. Call me a bitch, mock me, do what you want. It has no effect on me anymore. Go ahead, run your mouth about me, say I'm never going to make it anywhere because "I can't handle stress." Say whatever you feel like, because you're quite the coward if you can't say it to my face.


Honestly, I'd say this to your face, but there's too many of you to address, so instead, I'll rant. Half of you only see me as one person. Did you know that I'm a human being with feelings too? Apparently not.


So go ahead. Just keep talking about me. Soon I'll be out of here and won't have to deal with a single one of you ever again.

Aaah, you have to love the occasional mass message Myspace bulletin. Cos that's what that was.

"Friends" are running their mouths about me. Supposedly I won't make it in college, according to a jerk-off who sits around and runs his mouth and does nothing. Yeah! Way to be smart kids!

As far as art is concerned: Finishing up my senior project and working on a website with a friend of mine.