Mom and I saw St. Vincent at Tinseltown just an hour ago. A couple parts I wanted to cry.  It is heartwarming. Naomi Watts is hot. I want to never cough again. Bill Murray is the best. Pat and Bridget are cooking and watching game of thrones. I am on my bed. I keep thinking about saying I am going to kill myself tomorrow. During the movie i thought that nothing could make Mom sadder than if I did. Maybe if she killed me on purpose then regretted it. We ate Pope yes Drive through and watched mst. I pretend I am in the past when I pretended I was in the future.