She told me I was still liveing in 82.

[cephelictrauma]

The clock hits 1:30, I sit here trying to think of constructive things to do tomarrow in my off day. I should do laundry, I should clean my room. I want to go to Sloss, I want to take pictures and play dnd. Being responsible is such a downer hah. The responsible thing would be to cut my dread locks off, something I simply cant bring myself to do. I lust for a car, I believe I would die of happiness if somebody where to give me a car. That however in the real world will never happen. The only way to get the things I so desperately need is responsibility. Feels like somebody's trying to brake up my private party. Complacency is a wonderful/horrible thing. I love where im at, but im sure I wont love being here when im 20. Its all very strange, time speeds up but it never realy feels like anythings changed.

The firey chariot only stops for the truly righteous, guess im screwed.

1:50 Guess I should go rob that Gas Station or somthin now.