Oh my god
Last night I was so fucked up.
I honestly drank half the bottle of bacardi and took so many hits.
I don't even know how fast that shit hit the fan, but I was out.
I don't even remember calling Ally and leaving her a voicemail.
Running up and down elmwood, telling everyone I was high.
Jason running after me and calling my name over and over.
Dropping cigarettes, falling over, falling down four stairs and
scraping my foot. My mom calling, asking me to prove to her
that it was me. I've never felt so fuckin good in my life, but woww.
But I broke my mom's charger, and I'm grounded. My best friends
are disappointed in me. I am so exhausted I want to sleep forever.
Why did I always say I was against weed? I know I had some reason.
But I guess my reasoning behind it wasn't that important. I love when
my morals go down the drain.
I honestly drank half the bottle of bacardi and took so many hits.
I don't even know how fast that shit hit the fan, but I was out.
I don't even remember calling Ally and leaving her a voicemail.
Running up and down elmwood, telling everyone I was high.
Jason running after me and calling my name over and over.
Dropping cigarettes, falling over, falling down four stairs and
scraping my foot. My mom calling, asking me to prove to her
that it was me. I've never felt so fuckin good in my life, but woww.
But I broke my mom's charger, and I'm grounded. My best friends
are disappointed in me. I am so exhausted I want to sleep forever.
Why did I always say I was against weed? I know I had some reason.
But I guess my reasoning behind it wasn't that important. I love when
my morals go down the drain.