I've just get out of my bed, didn't slept this night: kittycat i hate you. Eating chocolate/mint ice cream for breakfast and listening my complete GLEE ost (lord it feels so fucking good) i realize that i haven't left my house for weeks... I'm getting more and more lonely and sad, sometimes my mysanthropy isn't a quality at all. The only pleasures i have these times are 1. watching all day long 90's horror films (thanks god, 90's outfits are dead forever)  2.Imagining Sookie Stackouse dead (YUMYUMYUM) 3. Putting some black nail polish just like my baby Andrew told me, 'cause this looks so sick (and it's something i haven't done for a while). Saturday let's have a summer party at Chloë's, woohoo i'm already stressed but maybe (yes maybe) it'll be nice to communicate with human people during face to face conversations...