two fags. I must be stronger

the joints don't count, though

So, here i am again on my own. What a mad weekend! i had about 30 minutes on Friday evening to get home, sort out drugs, sort out money, sort out all the 50 different plans i had made with everyone and get out to town. Normally this kind of pressure would make me just shut down, cry for a while and end up not doing anything. But i had taken some ( Read more... )

This is an update from the house of stewart brookman. My brother left last night for canada so i won't see him for 5 months. That was surprisingly hard to cope with. So i got fucked. Why not? i am feeling particularly self-destrucive ( Read more... )

Just got back from Tilly's house. i'm fucked. Too much vodka, malibu and weed. We watched a sick show about a serial killer which really made me question my own sanity and my place in the world. Maybe i too am meant to roam around the outdoors killing people in 'self-defence ( Read more... )