i feel sick blah. in more ways then one. nobody mourns the wicked. i wish i was a witch so i could run off in hiding with my scarecrow man. i'm jealous of tom and shelli they got to see idina menzel and were in the THIRD ROW. boo hoo. maybe i'll go die now. or maybe i'll just clean my room before my mom gets home and beats me and then i'll die.

"i've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason...well, i don't know if that's true but i know i'm who i am today because i knew you...i have been changed for good."