wait, so owning and using a gun is a personal freedom, right? i mean, you could hurt yourself or innocent bystanders, but it's protected by law.

but owning and using drugs is different? it's a personal choice, only it's one you're not free to make.

right?

do you ever feel that you have this little tiny spark inside, like a candle or something? only you only notice it sometimes, when you're down, because then it's like you've got nothing left, but you've got that, so you...ok, i'll shut up now.

is that a soul?

ah, my defensive side is begging me to say something cynical and derisive so no one will pay any attention to this entry.

p.s.: oh, and happy birthday palmer, since i'm pretty sure i didn't say it yet.

when i'm in a good mood, i don't write as much.

and when i'm in a new, happy-ful relationship, i don't spend anytime on homework.

why is this?

and the best part is, the fact that i'm failing a class doesn't even bother me. i keep thinking that's bad, but i just can't bring myself to care.

heh.