they try to eliminate you
i feel like shit. i drank the weekend away, hail mickey's 40s. so many, and so many trips to the bathroom. but i haven't broken any pipes or bowls lately. but i was literally monkeying around when i was drunk, hanging upside down on the rope swing, and i scraped my head on the ground, it was stupid, but fun. and i've been hanging out with Sam Call, she's awesome. she's so cute but insecure, its terrible, the things she does. but i guess i'm doing ok and shit, i'm depressed a lot of the time, but i'm starting to accept that and ignore it. hopefully. but what i hope, is that i can become friends with mike. like have a healthy relationship. maybe, i don't want that, but can i hope. but dayumm, i need someone to replace the bastard. not replace, but i need someone to care, like that. you know mon? i want a mail order husband.