magical jacket of doom
I hear a violin in the other room. There is a homeless boy at my house right now named matches.... and I don't know how to kick him out, so I just stayed somewhere else lastnight. Reese...is a gay boy, and he works at albertsons and hates it. His roommates are gaybashers so he lives in my room now, and surprisingly I think he is one of my new bestfriends. Weird. Everyone I know has been having panic attacks or mental breakdowns on a daily basis. My Xanax is on high demand and I only have 2 left. I hate it when people start changing and acting stupid, and they don't realize it, and they think it's everyone else and not them. I hate it when you start to realize that someone you loved and cared about for a long time is actually annoying and self absorbed. I had nightmares about it lastnight. Right now the corner of this table is precariously pointing towards the middle of my throat, and I'm afraid I might fall over onto it. I stabbed the shit out of a cardboard box lastnight. I made a war cry and stabbed it like the world was ending tomorrow. It was either the box or human flesh. I think I chose wisely. I bought some goldfish, I have a weekly cleaning job a few blocks away, I went to Vancouver Tuesday night and made out with a "cracky". But I really don't think he was on drugs and I don't care what othe people say. And my magical jacket of doom will stab you.