this morning was nice. i was sick, and i still am sick. but that is not why it was nice. it was nice because rob snuck out of the house while i was asleep and baught me night quill for when im sleepy, and day quill for when i have to work, and propell water to wash the gross taste out, and some popsicles to make my thrott feel nice.
shit. i feel like there is a needle in my eye and it wont go away.
i woke up this morning (needle still in eye) and accidentally locked myself outside my house and the instant i realized the door was locked, my nose started bleeding.
maybe i should stop doing all this crystal meth.