I just had a "moment" in my head. And the tears lined my eyelids, welling them up. Two off time streams down my cheeks, and I am happy. I love the way I feel right now.

i'm drinking beer!

I do believe that in a few hours, i will be 22 years old.

here i am. I might go soon. I might not. All i know is that I am tired. Tired as fuck. Fuck.

PARTY COMING UP

WHEN: over the first weekend in july (july 1, 2, and 3)
WHY : James and David's birthday extravaganza extreme
WHERE : call one of us for location.

hello

So, I kinda liked this girl. I gave up my celebasy for her. Now one week later, she will not answer my calls, and for no reason that I know of. So I will drink whiske sours until I cant stop. And I've already started.

I just took my first shit of the day, while listening to Loverboy's Heaven in your eyes.

I've given up, I've let go.

Nothing I can buy will ever fill the void left here. This scab over the wound is just a shell. Empty inside, nothing more than that.

When will it all be over?

Let this be the last of days for I can never heal.

Or so it seems.

I bought a car yesterday. It's a 2003 Mitsubishi Lancer OZ rally edition. It's silver. Fuck yes.