I'm washed out ( Read more... )

A mantra:

I went camping this weekend with Tom. He makes everything worth it.

Everyone's going out to get smashed and I can't because I'm a fuckup.

Literally my entire wing is gone.

Tom better call soon. I'm proving that I love him.

When I could be in the back getting high.

His hair was too short.

And somehow, everything is fine.

It's not time to make a change ( Read more... )

Thirsty Thursday, another burn run. This kid Brad who got the shit for us was puking out the backseat while we were pulled over in town. I have never been so paranoid. I was convinced we were going to get caught. I had a panic attack when I got back to my room and I was on the phone with Tom and he could tell I was fucked up. He told me if I ever ( Read more... )

I'm having such a retarded time at college ( Read more... )

So, I'm here and I don't know if I like it.

I think I'm too far from home. No one is answering their phone/everyone is out tonight. I'm, you know... killing loneliness alone.

Yesterday I went to South Street with Tom and Steve. We had lunch, walked around, and then I impulsively decided to get my cartiledge pierced. It felt great ( Read more... )