When the black sun rises we will say our final prayer.
We will splay our fingers upon the dusty ground
And wet the earth with our tears.
God, save us.
Our blind eyes will turn to one another,
Our brothers and sisters in every way.
We will cling to one another,
Fingernails digging into the flesh of our equally fallen brethren,
Mouths agape with soundless cries of terror
And regret.
As our senses fail and our ears go deaf
We will fall amid the frenzied wails of our families.
We will die in the desert,
The land full of sinners, and ourselves full of sin,
Throats warm with blood.

I've decided to start writing down one thing I notice a day.

I noticed that the spray of water makes the tiles on my shower look like they're melting.

I know living in a studio next [school] year will be lonely and kind of sad most of the time.

But I would do it a thousand times over before living with my current roommate again.

i don't understand how we can be talking and flirting and completely chill one minute and then fighting and awkward 60 seconds later.

i wish i could just kiss it and make it better but you don't even wanna text me more than 2 words... fucking hell.

The insurance company and a body shop are trying to screw me over.

Idiots, the bumper cover is one freaking piece; you can't break it in half to fix half.

Started playing WoW, bought LoveSac furniture (pictures on my Facebook).
Finished reading The Kite Runner, got a new vacuum.

Went to dinner last night with friends from the campus coffee house.
One guy got tipsy and informed us that I have "good lips for giving head."

Every time I breathe in it makes my head hurt.

Now my head is killing me and it's not like I can avoiding breathing.

I can't help thinking about all the times I felt like an outsider.

They overshadow all the good memories sometimes.

I want to get really drunk on New Years.

I hope that's what this get-together entails.