no booze today, Howard...
I may have done stupid, horrible, unthinkable acts last night. I went and got loaded; apparently, there was so much alcohol in me, they thought I was a suicide-attempt.
I'm drinking Sierra Mist right now. I really want a cigarette. UGH.
The thoughts arn't racing through my mind anymore. At least not the way they were last night. I don't know. Who knows anything?
I've been in these sort of dark spots before. They're seemingly more frequent now. I wish that I could take back the hurt and pain I've caused my parents. Quite honestly, that is all that keeps me going; I don't want to harm them. But it is too late. I am such a fuck-up. FUCK!
This is one of those entries in which I feel that every word is really a code, a riddle, unable to be solved. Each click and clack freezes itself...
brain....like sludge....ugh. can't concentrate, again. I tried looking at old report cards, for clues as to who I am or what I've done with myself.
maybe if I just keep typing, it'll all go away, and I'll be....well, I'll still be here.
I'm drinking Sierra Mist right now. I really want a cigarette. UGH.
The thoughts arn't racing through my mind anymore. At least not the way they were last night. I don't know. Who knows anything?
I've been in these sort of dark spots before. They're seemingly more frequent now. I wish that I could take back the hurt and pain I've caused my parents. Quite honestly, that is all that keeps me going; I don't want to harm them. But it is too late. I am such a fuck-up. FUCK!
This is one of those entries in which I feel that every word is really a code, a riddle, unable to be solved. Each click and clack freezes itself...
brain....like sludge....ugh. can't concentrate, again. I tried looking at old report cards, for clues as to who I am or what I've done with myself.
maybe if I just keep typing, it'll all go away, and I'll be....well, I'll still be here.