I was perfectly happy until I got back home.
Being busted on a rooftop by like 10 cops with guns pointed? No biggie.
But being here just makes me want to leave.
There's nothing left here for me anymore.
Fuck Valparaiso. Fuck Northwest Indiana.
I think I might just leave. Forever.

So last night, Lindsey and I smoke a bowl, hop in my car, and begin an adventure. We're going to go visit her friend Dillon in New Carlisle ( Read more... )

Hooray.
Anyway, sorry for all of the freaking out business, everyone.
I'm alright.
I've calmed down much more now that I know I'm leaving again.
So yeah. It's all good.

Today's the kind of day for drugs, alcohol, and bad decisions.

I'm home.
Bloomington was amazing.
I'm very depressed about almost everything and I feel shitty.
I never want to be at home.
If anyone wants to hang out and entertain me/cheer me up, then call me.
Or I'll probably end up walking out to thirty, sticking my thumb out, and ending up who knows where.

In less than five hours, I will be officially on my way to wherever the hell I'm going to end up.
See you around August.

Uhh, yeah. I'm not dead, I'm still quite alive.
I am leaving.. fucking.. TOMORROW, BITCHES. I will be GONE. bye-bye.
If any of you a-holes want to hit up my celly while I'm out and about all over the damn place, go 219.309.1616xcore.
Today = the beach. heeell fucking yeah.

Today is officially Lindsey Is Super Fucking Bitchy Day.
Why is today Lindsey Is Super Fucking Bitchy Day?
1. My computer committed suicide and I can't fucking do anything to fix it(I'm on my madre's laptop atm). So, that fucking sucks ( Read more... )

This is final.
I am leaving in a couple of weeks.
Bye!

I am angry with the world.
Fuck you, cuntbag.