I watched Pinnochio in school today. For some reason, Mr Robertson (English teacher) thinks it may be inspiring to watch the story...or some kind of psycho-babble like that, anyway. Personally I think I look up to Jiminy Cricket more than anyone else...he certainly seems to be his own man more than that wooden freak.
I had a decent night's sleep last night. I haven't been sleeping at all recently and I've been really tired. I keep forgetting to write in this journal, too. My mind's been like a whirling, spinning hurricane of thoughts, feelings and fears. I absolutely need the paper and pen I have by my bed to write my thoughts onto.
When danger is your only friend
and danger smells like pencil lead
then danger is your only chance
to make those crazy letters dance.