eat your heart out on a plastic tray
i was on the verge for the past few weeks. i was freaking out. being delicate with something and in effect fucking up everything else. while one friendship grew the other broke. and conor is holding this money over my fucking head. saying he has it, then never showing up, then my landlord getting impatient, then the same shit all over. no sleep no money no food no work too much beer no no no no no time.
then i went to los osos for my moms graduation from college. at her party i felt myself convulsing and falling forward like i needed to puke. i didnt drink anything. i was just freaking out. anxiety anxiety i finally broke.
nothing like mortal kombat, metal, and beer to make me feel all better.
except now i feel worse. i have strep im pretty sure. i wanted to stay in slo later. i didnt even get to see pat or dustin or fawn. i just fucking broke down.
things will get better though. they better get better
then i went to los osos for my moms graduation from college. at her party i felt myself convulsing and falling forward like i needed to puke. i didnt drink anything. i was just freaking out. anxiety anxiety i finally broke.
nothing like mortal kombat, metal, and beer to make me feel all better.
except now i feel worse. i have strep im pretty sure. i wanted to stay in slo later. i didnt even get to see pat or dustin or fawn. i just fucking broke down.
things will get better though. they better get better