Woahhhh
That's right, I'm not dead. No way, man! I've just been traveling a lot. Yeah, visiting a guy in Orlando. And actually quitting drugs. I don't even smoke cigarettes any more. Fuck you, I still drink and curse. I haven't found Jesus. I still don't give a fuck about my health. I'm not exactly sure why any one would care about my well being, really.
But someone finally did, which made me just about turn everything around.
So here I am, pack of people who read this but don't even know me(or just don't even speak to me any more). I grew the fuck up, actually decided to go to UCF after I finish off high school. I'm even in the middle of getting a job. Cash is so pretty, you know...
I think this post came out all the wrong way. I'm not slapping around my old self, and I'm not one of those assholes who is going to spew about how strong I am for quitting things... Hell, half the people who do drugs are better than me. It's really just supposed to be a bittersweet reminder of how much of a hypocritical ass hat I've turned into.
I'm a fucking poser and don't you forget it.
But someone finally did, which made me just about turn everything around.
So here I am, pack of people who read this but don't even know me(or just don't even speak to me any more). I grew the fuck up, actually decided to go to UCF after I finish off high school. I'm even in the middle of getting a job. Cash is so pretty, you know...
I think this post came out all the wrong way. I'm not slapping around my old self, and I'm not one of those assholes who is going to spew about how strong I am for quitting things... Hell, half the people who do drugs are better than me. It's really just supposed to be a bittersweet reminder of how much of a hypocritical ass hat I've turned into.
I'm a fucking poser and don't you forget it.