  Well that's pretty self explanatory isn't it? &nbsp; I was talking to drunk girl yesterday evening, and she asked me if I ever wondered what would happen if you died, like who would be at your funeral.&nbsp; I said a lot of people would be at my funeral. I bet a whole bunch of people would be there all sad and mourning over me, but it would be so fake and disgusting. Yea I've thought a lot&nbsp;about what would happen if I died. At least for me it would be something real.
&nbsp; I'm way too stressed. I've got nothing to do, and I'm stressed, tense, and ancy. I hope everyone is having fun though. I wish I had more money so I could do nice things for you people and make myself feel worse. I hate myself. I'm not going anywhere right now. I'm just&nbsp;dawdling around whining and complaining wherever I go like an ungrateful little bastard, just like now And don't come&nbsp;up to me and be like, "Gee Chris, what's wrong? I hope you feel better. " Thanks, but you can't help. It only makes things worse. Just leave me alone. I seem to be pretty good at being that way anyway. 
