where she stops no body knows

or is it where she starts?

my name is you
I decided its time for a new journal. My dad just died, I quite my job and I got knocked up....yeah come see what IM THINKING its some fucked up shit.

ps if the contents of this journal seem a bit crass I am not at fault, of course I am the one writing it but I am taking all responsibilty away from the tasteless writings of it. WHy do you think I dont write these things in mY REAL journal?