3 days!

Knowing the friends I have, I won't be sitting back relaxing.

Well, yesterday, I had one of my psycho moments. I was coming out of Wal*Mart, and I saw this car that was reversing and I wondered if it would lose control and hit me.

Thoughts like these have been occurring more and more frequently. I don't think I need to see a weird psychiatrist, psychologist, or therapist or anything. I've always been like that, and I'm still okay.

In the end, I would end of thinking of how my parents would suffer if I wasn't here. And I'd actually want that to happen. And then, I start thinking about how I wouldn't be there to witness it and how I wouldn't be able to seen how I will be when I grow up.

And then there's the thought about what if I end up being below the talented, rich and successful line. Like if I end up being one of those crappy workers that can't even afford a week of vacation.

Man, I'm having an emo phase.