I went to the YMCA today, and boy do I feel gay.

No really, I feel amazing. I haven't worked out in a few months, it's weird being able to breathe.

I need to quit smoking cigarettes. Then I'd be 100% sweet, instead of only 98%.

Well I'm off to go hunt coyotes with a buck knife. Peace crackas.

Some days, I just want to smash a whiskey bottle over your head.

What am I thinking? I was actually going to write something cool. Fuck that!

Does anyone actually read this shit?

If so. Kudos.

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I've been sober for about 2 months now... Go me?

It was just time to grow up.

Spank me.

Hm... Someday I'll find a girl who will actually appreciate me.

::forehead slap::

I'm back on meds now. Hooray for me. But seriously, I hope they help. I've been all over the place lately, and already I feel more like a straight line. Good shit.

If this was a cry for help, would you see it? Would you even care?