aninvisibleman

I'm doing okay. School is almost almost over. I hang out with TV. I watch friends. Not much has changed.

I made a short film, if you like it please please please spread it around.

And I want to make a TV show.

You know what's really really scary?

Being the last one to find out your mother has had a heart attack.

She's fine now, though. As fine as one can be, I suppose.

I'm waiting on a ride from my uncle in Chicago to take me to St. Vincent's.

I suddenly feel 15 again. I think its the drugs. All of them.