there are roughly four thousand reasons i'm miserable and only one reason that i am happy.
but hey, at least i've got something to be happy about.

regardless of what you think of mine and elle's relationship, i really was the happiest i've ever been when i was with her.
which is kind of sad.
jesus, am i ALWAYS sad?
i forgot this journal resembles a long drawn out suicide note.
cheer up, asshole!

Once upon a midnight dearie ( Read more... )

no more bitching. i'm just going to do something about my shitty situation. forilla. it's not really that unfixable anyway.

So, yeah. I guess what I should have done is post sober instead of drunk. I've been sober since 4/21!

I miss Elle and I fucked up and I'm trying to get better, and I hope there's a chance somewhere down the line.

Junkies be damned to hell.

Elle rocks I, uh, don't.

Throwing around a football on your birthday is totally way cooler than having a girlfriend you love and have sex with.

Oh fuck YEAH!

TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY! AND I JUST GOT OUT OF REAL REHAB! WOOHOO!
I met a cool heroin addict in rehab I might spend my birthday with.
Heroin addicts are awesome.

But probably not.

Dear Jesus,
When I'm done writing this letter I'm gonna throw it in the garbage.
'Cause at least the garbage is real!

Stay real, Garbagehead!

I know I'll be fine. But I'm homeless and I hurt the only person I've ever loved.

Totally not so awesome.

Not tits. At all.