The life of a Torchered soul
Last night I stayed up till six a.m. watching the intriguing fifth season of
smallville. I miss Jonathan Kent already :( Its sad though I began rocking
my head to regain comfort and it makes me look like I'm having a seizure.
I do it because I can't be alone. I really should see a psychiatrist bu I don't
think I could be under a magnifying glass. I'll be writin when I get off of
work if that ever happens.