im drunk. its thursday, and im by myself. hmmm... i miss my family. and my best friend. i miss having a lover. i htink i shall move back to the hood, and be with all of my loves. mmm, green apple smirnoff tastes like jones. mmm, jones. i love you my little gangster, i wish you could realize how much i love you. je t'aime, je t'adore, je te ( Read more... )

Ive managed to restore my natural bounciness. I got really sick of myslef in that depression slump and just got the fuck over it. going to school, finding a job, and loving my best friend,,, those are the things i am concentrating on lately. although i am still aching to be with that one person, but momentarily that is totally impossible. ill wait ( Read more... )

i have more alcohol than is good for me... enough to get seven or eight grown men drunk as shit. i heart alcohol. mmmm. im excited for the drunkeness. HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! AND BE SAFE EVERYBODY

merry christmas motherfuckers!!!! i got a tetris game and a coffee pot, im set to take on the world.

whatever happened to all of that glowing optomism i used to obtain? you took it. can i have it back please?
wrapping presents sucks. this sucks. everything sucks today... except my vacume, it doesnt suck. im so bored...
i need...
to sleep, sleeping is good.

a puddle of love beneath your feet. growing thinner and thinner after that phonecall. how fucking sad is this.

HEY, ANYONE IN COLLEGE:
IS ANYONE DOING AN INDEPENDANT STUDY?
HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?
WHATS IT LIKE?

i need to know. soon.

i tried to drive to work tonight. i think not. its soooooo slippery out there. so now im wide awake in the middle of the night with nothing to do. i tried to call you to see if you were okay, but your phone was off. that was probably the dissappointment of my week. youre torturing me with these dissappearances. with every word to your voicemail i ( Read more... )

im seeping slowly back into this state of silence. i dont want to talk to anyone. when i do open my mouth in those manditory moments of speech to my supervisor, or in assurance to family that i am in fact "okay", it literally feels like i havent opended it in ages. my lips have glued themselves together, dried and chapped so that when i speak they ( Read more... )

i smoked myself retarded. it was fun.