theres a lot that could be said about the last five days. fortunately i dont really feel like filling anyone in. ive gained a little independence. or maybe its the other way around.

jose makes me cute.

gettys cove until monday

peace the fuck out

48hours til dave
16 more hours at work
three 24's to buy
no time to kill.

i bought 10 packs of cigarettes to bring with me. 5 camel filters. 5 lucky strikes. im only going to be gone for 5 nights...but ill DIE if i run out.

i just cant get enough...of anything

sometimes you just have to say fuck it

to the boy
to friends
to everything you know

because youre running hard...and as fast as you can.

im tired of this shit. im tired of your shit. ive made a damn good effort...and no one can say otherwise because theyve all seen it.

one of these days im gonna start crying

4 days off. two days at hempfest. two brownies. one gooball? one bar of cannabis fudge. lots of dancing. need to shower. its like being completely lost, only i know exactly where i am.

right.

life has become a blur. i kind of know where i am.

digital trees

good rain

im sick...i hope i dont have mono...

i have to buy my own windex now...fucked up.

i feel lost and found.
boys are stupid

it sucks knowing what i want

i dont care

day off= going into work for like 5 hours anyway ( Read more... )

getting high never sounded so good. throwing months away for nothing to end up right back where i started. bags packed. coming home every night.

i dont know who to reach out to anymore.