Drunk. A Bar in San Fransisco. Friends. Connections. Privilege. 20 ( Read more... )

Even though I have been staring the conclusion smack-dab in the eyes
for the past seven hours, sleep still feels so far away.

Past Fall 09', toward Winter 10'.

No one's alive...especially around town...especially in my
phone...especially on Facebook...especially in the next room. Sleep is
my only option. Maybe once my energy is recharged, I will be able to
bare it a little better, stuffed inside my forced delusional
haze...maybe then it won't be so bad.

A house just got busted down the street from me, and the cops are
outside my window, talking. They're fucking hella loud, man.

A day in the life, I suppose.

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I have so much crap to do that I can scarcely gather together enough ( Read more... )

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Being back at home reminds me just how isolated I really am from my family ( Read more... )

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