Holy shit, it's been a while. My journal at Inksome was unexpectedly deleted when the Inksome guys decided to DELETE FUCKING EVERYTHING, so that stuff is lost to the ages and I'm fairly unhappy about it. It's actually probably mostly okay since I think most of that stuff was just me whining anyway and I have plenty more of that left in me so we won't be like, suffering for content or anything. har har har.

My life has become such a clusterfuck over the last "three" years. The shit I used to worry about before seems trivial now. I don't even know what to say, or how to say it - I feel like a fucking failure, all I do is get people killed when they decide to follow me. If I'd killed myself after Africa it probably would have saved a lot of lives. The longer I live, the more people I'm probably condemning to die because of me.

cry more, you stupid fucking emo kid.