the things you own end up owning you
Mom seems to delight in telling 3 different people 3 different stories. Well fuck her b/c when the stories get compared she just ends up looking like a dumb cunt. Josh is mad at me for getting a bf. Well fuck him b/c I'm happy with Tim. And that rhymes. Hell, fuck anyone and everyone. I don't know and I don't care. On the plus side, spring break is right around the corner and I finally get my xanax's tomorrow. Oh happy day, happy day! Jane told me that I need to go to rehab and I haven't done any painers since Friday. That seriously made me laugh my ass off. Jane's doing pills right as I'm typing this. Now who has the problem? Sure as fuck ain't me, sweetness. I could go on like this for years, but let's stop. Over and out.