i doubt i'll sleep tonight. and i work tomorrow. ....fantastic. my parents won't let me go to the funeral. because i have to fucking work. i'm so pissed.
i couldn't go to megan's funeral because i had school. now i can't go to chelsea's because i have to work. i don't even
a woman in my drawing class told me tonight that she's a recovering drug addict. she's been clean for three weeks. it broke my heart because she told me how mad her kids are at her.
she told me because she knew that i wouldn't think any less of her as a person.
it made me feel good to know that people think of me that way, since that IS who i am
i just started cleaning my room. it's actually nice.
hah.
i really just want to throw out almost everything. and just buy new things once in a while. i don't wear most of what i have. so i wouldn't notice, right?