you don't deserve gold, you deserve platinum
i passed the fuck out around midnight last night. if i didn't stay awake all night hanging out with grant in east atlanta til i had to pick up rosie (but only after i got lost) at 6am &drive to daytona, i would fucking be pissed at myself for bitching out so early. but instead i woke up at 8am pissed because it was 8am. it's 11am &i'm still just pissed. i don't know what to do at an hour like this. i don't work &i don't jog, what else is there? even if i had something to do i would probably be pissed &i already know that i'll be pissed all day. throw some despair &indifference in my emotion cocktail too. sometimes i wish i was broke as fuck just to feel any sort of real stress because honestly i don't think i ever have. i wish i could give my friends whatever they wanted &make things not hurt anymore. money doesn't fix everything or buy happiness. this is the first time i genuinely wish it did. i don't know what the fuck i'm doing, what my next destination is. god &we need to stop pretending my car is an RV driving it around living in it like morons. north or south i don't even give a shit because it's the exact same everywhere so i should just go home &stop wasting gas.