fuzzy bud
this weekend was long. brittneyand i went a billion different places this weekend, i swear. but i hate periods, i can handle the bleeding but fuck the cramps.
i love getting drunk. i love smoking pot. if i had the money, i would be doing so many more drugs. i swear. i love being taken into a false reality, i guess that makes me weak, but i don't feel it. its just a break. it was weird, i was talking to greg in art and he was talking about how he's glad he's not depressed. he's happy that he's happy all the time. i just kinda stared at him, because its so normal for me to be pissed. and i'm thinking about all these kids at school, and they stay happy. i don't really have reasons to be mad, but god life just gets to me. people get under my skin. i have stored up anger and i'm afraid to let anyone piss me off because i want to blow up on someone so bad, i'll tear up the first person.
i forget who i am sometimes and i worry about myself. i'm trying to get my shit together, but i'm always just sad and pissed. it sucks. but, if you put some weed in front of me, give me some liquor, jesus, mushroomss.......just give me some and aaaahhhh, i'm happy. i'm sure of who i am and i don't feel unsure. i am me, i'm not like any one i know. i don't get along with all people. but i'm happy sometimes, i like being happy. i want a million dollars. if i had a lot of money i would buy a house with very comfy furniture andi would stay high and listen to music all day. i would buy every drug. and i would have a really nice bathroom. i really have to poop. and i have to go to bed, i don't like getting up for school.
ps.
went and saw mike yesterday. diiiiick. i'm trying to forget i ever met him. our parting words:
him:you guys can just fuck off
me:[stand up and get in truck]
him:i'm just joking jesus
brittney:bye
me:[glare]
i love getting drunk. i love smoking pot. if i had the money, i would be doing so many more drugs. i swear. i love being taken into a false reality, i guess that makes me weak, but i don't feel it. its just a break. it was weird, i was talking to greg in art and he was talking about how he's glad he's not depressed. he's happy that he's happy all the time. i just kinda stared at him, because its so normal for me to be pissed. and i'm thinking about all these kids at school, and they stay happy. i don't really have reasons to be mad, but god life just gets to me. people get under my skin. i have stored up anger and i'm afraid to let anyone piss me off because i want to blow up on someone so bad, i'll tear up the first person.
i forget who i am sometimes and i worry about myself. i'm trying to get my shit together, but i'm always just sad and pissed. it sucks. but, if you put some weed in front of me, give me some liquor, jesus, mushroomss.......just give me some and aaaahhhh, i'm happy. i'm sure of who i am and i don't feel unsure. i am me, i'm not like any one i know. i don't get along with all people. but i'm happy sometimes, i like being happy. i want a million dollars. if i had a lot of money i would buy a house with very comfy furniture andi would stay high and listen to music all day. i would buy every drug. and i would have a really nice bathroom. i really have to poop. and i have to go to bed, i don't like getting up for school.
ps.
went and saw mike yesterday. diiiiick. i'm trying to forget i ever met him. our parting words:
him:you guys can just fuck off
me:[stand up and get in truck]
him:i'm just joking jesus
brittney:bye
me:[glare]