I put on a 3XL shirt and it fit tight. I am really angry with myself right now. I honestly felt good walking all over Phoenix Comicon yesterday with no trouble. But now I feel like crap. I have been doing some cardio stuff like playing Just Dance, but it doesn't help. Maybe that's why I go and donate blood, to feel lighter.

Too Bad We Can't Take Back the Little Things We Say

Remember "Houston?" Remember when you actually write songs instead of just yelled at yourself? Me neither.

I need to apologize to me. I'm sorry for what I said, but I know I can't take it back. I was in a weird place, but excuses don't change a damn thing.

I said, "Given the choice, I'd rather be dead." And it hurt. It fucking hurt. Not because it was hurtful, but because I was 100% honest.