(no subject)
i'm going to die of lung cancer.
i swear.
by next summer, i'll be addicted to smoking horrible chemicals from a hookah.
i never thought killing yourself could make you feel so laid back.
and comfortable. and warm. and tired.
sitting here for the past hour... i don't even feel like partying any more.
i want to sleep... and be warm... and comfortable.
i'm going to try my next attempt at skipp tomorrow.
and ben's old news.
he'll be in jail before we all know it.
with his own kind.
i swear.
by next summer, i'll be addicted to smoking horrible chemicals from a hookah.
i never thought killing yourself could make you feel so laid back.
and comfortable. and warm. and tired.
sitting here for the past hour... i don't even feel like partying any more.
i want to sleep... and be warm... and comfortable.
i'm going to try my next attempt at skipp tomorrow.
and ben's old news.
he'll be in jail before we all know it.
with his own kind.