On behalf of me and my best friends,

FUCK YOU IMMENSELY.

My heart's taken too much.

Today was brought to you by the letter W:
-weed
-whiskey
-women.

I also really like my portfolio for this semester., I just finished the last story and it's like nothing I've ever done before. I'd like to work on a short story anthology for publication, with the seven decent ones I've written over the years for portfolios plus more. What say you?

After the uncontrollable path of destruction and randomness that was these past two weekends, I have no idea how I am even alive.

I have a wolfpack.

Showtime.

1) I hate expecting the best and being let down tremendously.
2) I'm exhausted. So exhausted. Mentally and physically.
3) If you don't trust me, I don't trust you. Simple as that.

I think the near future looks pretty bright. :]

Okay, it's time to snap out of it.

Things can and will change in a heartbeat.
I'm gonna see you soon, I just know it.

I've never felt this sick before.
I'm losing sleep. I'm losing my grasp.
I'm losing it.

I don't know what to do now.

Except wait. And numb myself to everyone else.

Because he is probably the greatest actor alive, and it's his birthday, and this song is pretty much perfect for everything:

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