Sadness Kills Part Deux
I SPENT NEW YEARS ALONE, LITERALLY. I WATCHED THE TV SERIES HOOKED: ILLEGAL DRUGS AND HOW THEY GOT THAT WAY. AFTER DEBATING WHETHER OR NOT TO KILL MYSELF OR NOT I CAME TO DECIDE THAT I WANT TO TRY X AND CRACK BUT NEVER LSD. THAT SHITS TOO WEIRD, I HAVE A FEELING THAT LSD WOULD REMIND ME TOO MUCH OF A BAD TRIP I ONCE HAD, I'M NOT GOOD WITH PSYCHOTIC HALLUCINOGENS. ANY HOW I CRIED. I THOUGHT TO MYSELF I HAVE NOTHING. NO ONE TO LOVE ME, NO BOYFRIEND, NO NOTHING. THE CLOSEST THING I'VE EVER HAD TO BOYFRIEND IN THE LAST SIX MONTHS GOT PISS DRUNK AND TOLD ME TO GO MASTURBATE TODAY. SOME GUY HUH? MARK CHOUINARD IS A BIG FUCKING FAG. AND I WILL NOT RUB HIM DOWN ANYWHERE. ITS GOOD THING NOTHING PHYSICAL EVER HAPPENED BETWEEN US. ANYONE WHO IS READING THIS, HE REALLY IS CRAZY. I GAVE HIM THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT TONIGHT AND HE PROVED ME WRONG. I AM STUPID. I WILL NEVER GET MARRIED. I WILL NEVER FIND SOMEONE TO MARRY ME. HAPPY NEW YEARS TO ME :[