i've gotten a lot better at making people believe i'm ok. just ask my mom: apparently, i'm fine now.
i'm glad i'm not the only one who still thinks about suzy.
it kills me how sweet aaron is being. i can get away with anything -- and i have -- and still have permission to scream at him for forgetting his keys, or something equally inane. it's a dangerous thing to give someone like me that sort of control. i don't like treating people like shit, but it's hard to avoid taking bad days out on people who offer themselves as scapegoats. oh yes; it is all his fault. muhahahaha.
if anybody has a FINISHED script they want to have made into a superindiestyle movie, do let me know.