to left to the left, to the right to the right, now slide baby slide...come on now..
I really need to change all of my interests in my info. Those are from like 897093870597809287305 years ago. And so is that picture. I don't even have dreads anymore. Which means I need to change my bio too. And I also need to take that poem out>>>>> which is also like 897093870597809287305 years old. Anyway...there's really no point to this journal entry. Which means I'm returning to my stupid pointless ways again. This is bad...this is very bad. Soon everything will be back to normal. And I'm gonna like...kill myself from alcohol poisoning.
I never realized how scary it is. I mean...You want alcohol all the time. You want it so bad that you think that you'd do anything to get it. And then at the same time...you're so scared of it that you'd do anything to stay away from it. It's like a constant battle; this shit. Ugh.
Haha. When I reread my entries sometimes, it really dawns on me how pathetic I am sometimes. But I guess it's probably best to let it run it's course. I mean it's who I am, right?
WOOBY WOO MOTHA FUCKAS!!
:)
And with that, I'll pass.
I never realized how scary it is. I mean...You want alcohol all the time. You want it so bad that you think that you'd do anything to get it. And then at the same time...you're so scared of it that you'd do anything to stay away from it. It's like a constant battle; this shit. Ugh.
Haha. When I reread my entries sometimes, it really dawns on me how pathetic I am sometimes. But I guess it's probably best to let it run it's course. I mean it's who I am, right?
WOOBY WOO MOTHA FUCKAS!!
:)
And with that, I'll pass.