::takes another bong hit::
Yeah so its pretty much been ages since I've written in this thing... Chelsea and I are pretty much done perminantly. I went over her house to get a bunch of my shit like socks, shirts, and boxers. Maybe this is a good change... or maybe not... who knows. Honestly I really shouldn't get upset about all of this obviously Chelsea and I weren't meant to be. I dont know what else to say... I guess I just feel really lost.
Ever since the weekend started I've been stoned or drunk every day. Pot and alcohol really aren't the two best things to try and hide depression but I think I just stopped caring and talking to people doesn't seem to matter. Every time I fucking say anything to anyone no one seems to understand and they tend to get annoyed.
sidfgqjudgh'odhfsdjfhsdjf fuck!
I need to stop rambeling on about stupid shit... what I need to do is just fucking get over her.
Ever since the weekend started I've been stoned or drunk every day. Pot and alcohol really aren't the two best things to try and hide depression but I think I just stopped caring and talking to people doesn't seem to matter. Every time I fucking say anything to anyone no one seems to understand and they tend to get annoyed.
sidfgqjudgh'odhfsdjfhsdjf fuck!
I need to stop rambeling on about stupid shit... what I need to do is just fucking get over her.