I don't think I like talking to you when you're on whatever the fuck you were on.

I hope you OD and die, you fuckker.

5:36 p.m.

I wrapped an empty, glass bottle in newspaper and smashed it with a hammer, then went through and tested how sharp all the biggish peices were on my flesh. Broken glass is nasty. The I threw the remains over the fence.

I wanted to go and burn something down but it's daylight so I figured that that might be a little bit stupid...

See, I am angry at myself for being so stupid and angsty and not cool...