I'm sick of...

[kid_a_ngela]

Getting upset so easily. & artificial happiness.

I never believed in it until it started controlling my life. I get sick if I don't pop 3 pills in the afternoon. That's when you know you're hooked.

I hate that people say one thing and do another.
But you feel bad if you bring it up.
At least I do- because I'm the least assertive son of a bitch you will ever meet.

I mean honestly...
"I wouldn't mind you coming at all, but we will be doing things you don't really agree with."

"Hanging out with dumb broads, or smoking pot?"

"smoking pot."

GUHAksdhksdhgskdgh.
& I can't say anything back to that because I'm a huge pushover.
I thought there would be no pot smoking until I was ready to. Fuck that shit.

it pisses me off.
blub.
All I do is complain.

I wish I was drunk to be honest.
Because then I hardly care about anything.
I wish there was snow. I wish I could be boarding.
& forget about anything besides the snow & me.

School is almost over & I'm ready for it. Embracing it with open arms.

I'm starting to slack off so badly already.
So badly.
But I don't give a shit.

End.