you spin me right round baby right round.

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Monday, October 02, 2006 10:16 PM

just had a fight with mom over the phone

she's crying in her hotel room somewhere in sydney now

I feel like a fucking idiot

argument went from confi name to how I've been always the one to break and ruin our beautiful relationship...and it sucks

and how I've changed...

I feel so bad right now

I feel like an absolute fucking moron...what have I done...

what have I become? am I really the timothy low my mother gave birth too, or have I become a monster?

what the hell is going on...I swear I'm gonna lose it

I'm a fucking idiot...

just wanna jump off a building now...

any lower and you'd need a shovel