no reord of this. i got really drunk & loaded my mothers car with my stuff. i went to the kentwood. i give it a 7 on creepy, from urinal cake smell & other nonsense. i am not who i am. or at least who i appear to be. why was my mother in my apartment so much today. it terrifies me to thing about what might actually matter to me. if you can guess? if you ever touch anything that i love? i will fucking murder you. i will go to prison forever for love. maybe you were right when you said what you did. i'm afraid, see.