MOVING UP IN THE WORLD.
the good times are killing me, litterally. my body only moves when forced and my brain only jumbles things up when it thinks. i need to sleep tonight. 120 hours is too long to be up. everyone is getting sick of my great lack of emotions.. anchorman doesn't even make me laugh lately. although, i do feel fucking horrible for missing out on the matches with shannon. this new drug is just so bloody good.
i suck.
i suck.