i dont know how well things are going. lately all i wanna do is drink. got a great care package in the mail yesterday (thank you!!) i lost a whole fucking vile of xanax somewhere in my house. i gotta find it before my mom does or im dead. haha. fuk. talk about blackouts. geeeeez. - white chris
sitting here alone once again on a friday night. the girlfriend is having a party that of course i cant go to. only the elite. damn. maybe if i had girl pants.
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