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It's days like these that make me wish I was with you, because I hate all my friends here and I need something real, something more than this. It's like everybody thinks this is a joke, so they fuck over everyone they can and do whatever they want, they hurt your feelings, take your money, smoke your pot, and then bitch at you when you don't give them five dollars or when you won't buy them cigarettes. I don't think anyone west of the mississippi river knows how to be a good friend. There is no trust/love/loyalty/friendship/joy between us and it's killing me. I need real friends.
I tried to work, I said fuck them, I don't need them. So I gave it a go, but work, home, work, home, work, home, work, home, after so many days can make anybody nuts, so I gave it up and chilled with my firends again.
I tried to quit doing drugs too, that worked for a whole two days. I'm waiting for a court date, and once I get once, I'll quit, I swear on my grave.
On a good note however, I bought music on the computer, wrote music on the guitar, and stole ashley's bob marley cd. all of which were the best things I ever did, because they are keeping me sane.
We went to Wyoming on Friday, just headed East on I-80 until we hit Evanston. Ashley turned 18 last sunday, but in Utah, that only means you can be charged as an adult for crimes, you can't even buy cigarettes or anything. So we went to Wyoming, Evanston actually, and we bought Cloves and cigarettes. I didn't want to stop driving, I could have come home for the weekend. But unfortunately I think it'll be a long while before I can do that.
I tried to work, I said fuck them, I don't need them. So I gave it a go, but work, home, work, home, work, home, work, home, after so many days can make anybody nuts, so I gave it up and chilled with my firends again.
I tried to quit doing drugs too, that worked for a whole two days. I'm waiting for a court date, and once I get once, I'll quit, I swear on my grave.
On a good note however, I bought music on the computer, wrote music on the guitar, and stole ashley's bob marley cd. all of which were the best things I ever did, because they are keeping me sane.
We went to Wyoming on Friday, just headed East on I-80 until we hit Evanston. Ashley turned 18 last sunday, but in Utah, that only means you can be charged as an adult for crimes, you can't even buy cigarettes or anything. So we went to Wyoming, Evanston actually, and we bought Cloves and cigarettes. I didn't want to stop driving, I could have come home for the weekend. But unfortunately I think it'll be a long while before I can do that.