friends only. sometimes.

It's true: my social life improved when I turned twenty-one. Or, at least, I have more excuses to hang out with people. Either way, I'm drinking a couple more nights a week than I was before. I'd like to stop but I'm not sure what good that would do, except maybe I'd feel a little better. sjfl;sdjfgl;jsdfl;gjsdlf;gjsd;lfkjgl;sdfjgl;sdfjgsdflkjg ( Read more... )

not only are we young (like everyone in the whole world)
we are also young humans.

we don't grow when we do the same shit over and over again, the same way, all the time. if we're sober folks, sometimes it means getting drunk on whatever we feel comfortable with. if we're intoxicated folks, sometimes it means taking a fresh breath.

i don't think i'm ever going to figure out what to call myself. but i guess i don't really have to figure it out.

i don't believe that i fit in with anyone at school really.

i just want to vent.
but i want it to be organised and public venting.
so i can get it all out.
sort of like screaming, only not nearly as loud and just, well, not screaming.