sigh
Today I feel hungover, but not from the drinking or the drugs. The depression was gone but I feel like it's back. I was feeling carefree, giddy, and adventurous--a lot like how I felt when I was with her--when I was on the drugs. Now I feel BLAH, like I'm the guy in this picture: http://explodingdog.com/january2/itsonlyme.html
I don't want to stick a knife in my brain, I feel like theres one in there I can't get one out.
I've missed my spanish class twice. The first day I missed spanish class, I was with Monica. We went out for lunch, spent the day at the zoo, walked in the park, went to a movie, drank coffee together, went back to her place, and watched another movie. A really good day.
The second day I missed spanish class, I spent the day drinking strong dark brown ale, smoking weed, and taking painkillers. I got to forget about the pain she dealt me, and feel good again.
I don't want to stick a knife in my brain, I feel like theres one in there I can't get one out.
I've missed my spanish class twice. The first day I missed spanish class, I was with Monica. We went out for lunch, spent the day at the zoo, walked in the park, went to a movie, drank coffee together, went back to her place, and watched another movie. A really good day.
The second day I missed spanish class, I spent the day drinking strong dark brown ale, smoking weed, and taking painkillers. I got to forget about the pain she dealt me, and feel good again.