I'm in a mess of myself. And it suits me fine. It has for a while, come to think of it. Sometimes I think that I've never been real.

There's trash on my night stand. Two empty pepsi cans (HEALTHY!), an empty fuzzy navel wine cooler (CLASSY!), a digital camera that needs new batteries, a necklace, a venti-sized Starbuck's cup, empty cd cases, and a bivo.

If I start talking about the shit on my floor, we could be here for an entire week.

Again, I've heard of this "shell of a self." This is how I feel.

Jesus told me so.