Fucking surreal
Things have been really strange lately. I sleep until 4, 5, or 6 PM at my own discretion. My parents don't even come to wake me up anymore until dinnertime. So that leaves me up until 6AM each morning, smoking grass like three times a day... I'll be fucked when college comes, until I pull out of this sleep schedule.
Speaking of which, fuck that. Everyone is moving, or moving away from me by staying, and excited for what the future holds. I am nothing but depressed to be seperating myself from my friends and about the impending school year. I have to come up with $5,000 before summer to meet my personal goal of a car. Just give me four doors and some gas mileage, baby. So that means working in the cafeteria or bookstore or something, and trying to sell weed on the side. Jail time and shitty working conditions, suhweet. But, listen: I already ordered 200 baggies, and they're so tight. Yeah, PURPLE. Fuck yeah.
It's technically my fault about the car anyway (Well, totally and completely my fault, not excusing my parents' being whores), so I am in no real place to bitch. And that just gives me another reason to bitch, about not being able to bitch. I've done like six loads of laundry today and last night.
How's that for putting up an entry. Fuckers.
Speaking of which, fuck that. Everyone is moving, or moving away from me by staying, and excited for what the future holds. I am nothing but depressed to be seperating myself from my friends and about the impending school year. I have to come up with $5,000 before summer to meet my personal goal of a car. Just give me four doors and some gas mileage, baby. So that means working in the cafeteria or bookstore or something, and trying to sell weed on the side. Jail time and shitty working conditions, suhweet. But, listen: I already ordered 200 baggies, and they're so tight. Yeah, PURPLE. Fuck yeah.
It's technically my fault about the car anyway (Well, totally and completely my fault, not excusing my parents' being whores), so I am in no real place to bitch. And that just gives me another reason to bitch, about not being able to bitch. I've done like six loads of laundry today and last night.
How's that for putting up an entry. Fuckers.