Ill say just one word "Icarus" and if you get, it,great. If you dont thats fine too
Im am officially burnt out, stamped sealed and locked, burned out of my fucking skull. I feel like a commerical for levis. My mind is slowly but surely leaking out of my skull and i think i need a break. Oh well, im getting good grades so i dont care. Today is happy monday, tomorrow is suicide tuesday, one can not live off x and coffee alone, nor percs and valiums. LOUSY VALIUMS, what a waste of powder those things are, i take them to relieve the severe moodiness as of late and the damn things dont work a fucking whit. Oh how i loathe this awful world, im going to sell drugs and eat them and go to school until i either
1.graduate-most likely
2.jail-possible
3.die-comorbid with 1
It shouldnt be that bad, im just washed out, i dont eat. Eating is disgusting as of late, im not sure why but i couldnt even bring myself to eat pineapple upside down cake, my favorite at that.
I feel so unsatisfied, now im not sure if this is just the obscene amount of x and 2-cb ive been eating but im bored, just so fucking bored, my social life sucks. I still smell like some god awful bleach blonde crimped haired revere skank and my favorite jeans are covered in blood and e&j brandy or whatever the fuck it is. God. Atleast its better than the alternative
I dont know where i get these ideas in my head that this is always the proper way to go about things, if im bored why not just risk a suicide through drugs, why not go pick a fight in a different city, why not get tossed out of every bar you can. I wonder when my mood will flip again.
If i didnt know better id say soon
Oh well, time to write my papers and stop fucking around. Need to get this shit done then hopefully power nap, work, and a decent party hopefully later on. I feel like im in the movie 24 hour party people, spending all night in some ridiculous hell hole listening to random house and techno music snorting molly off a bank car. Woo fun times ahead, that is if i can get the fuck out of having to work.
This doesnt quite seem like me i think, oh well tomorrow is a new day
c'e la vita roll with the punches and jesus is my copilot
1.graduate-most likely
2.jail-possible
3.die-comorbid with 1
It shouldnt be that bad, im just washed out, i dont eat. Eating is disgusting as of late, im not sure why but i couldnt even bring myself to eat pineapple upside down cake, my favorite at that.
I feel so unsatisfied, now im not sure if this is just the obscene amount of x and 2-cb ive been eating but im bored, just so fucking bored, my social life sucks. I still smell like some god awful bleach blonde crimped haired revere skank and my favorite jeans are covered in blood and e&j brandy or whatever the fuck it is. God. Atleast its better than the alternative
I dont know where i get these ideas in my head that this is always the proper way to go about things, if im bored why not just risk a suicide through drugs, why not go pick a fight in a different city, why not get tossed out of every bar you can. I wonder when my mood will flip again.
If i didnt know better id say soon
Oh well, time to write my papers and stop fucking around. Need to get this shit done then hopefully power nap, work, and a decent party hopefully later on. I feel like im in the movie 24 hour party people, spending all night in some ridiculous hell hole listening to random house and techno music snorting molly off a bank car. Woo fun times ahead, that is if i can get the fuck out of having to work.
This doesnt quite seem like me i think, oh well tomorrow is a new day
c'e la vita roll with the punches and jesus is my copilot