I'm fucked up.

I want to die.

I have nothing going for me.

Nothing. At all. Nothing, just nothing.

Drugs.

Fuck school. Fuck most people. Fuck newspaper.
Fuck my family. Fuck everything.

Blah.

I miss Julie.

I need to stop being lame.

I miss Julie.
I miss Ashley.
I miss late nights out.
I miss drinking.
I miss cocaine.

I want things the way they used to be.

Lonely, tired, bored, and boring. 
That's what I've become.

I feel like I have no friends and no life.

Things are so different this year.

I went to Arcata with Ashley and her grandma ( Read more... )

I want my best friend back but I can't fix it; it's too late and it's over. My life will never be the same and it kills me.

I have to go to a babyshower on Saturday but I'd rather just go to the show and hang out with Julie.

People should hang out with me.

Our teacher is talking about selling drugs with a kid in our class while everyone else is on the internet.

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I'm not happy.

I was happy Monday.

Maybe I should drink more?

I hate how my opinions of people change so frequently. I start disliking people I've always liked. I start noticing small things that bother me about people. I pretty much suck.