sticking to my brain
well, today was great! it was the most unproductive day, ever! i hate getting stoned. then, why do i? hell, if i know. i don't know why i do half of the stuff i do. like, cry over assholes. oh, and, i'm upset. i'm just not happy with shit. i feel like a big blob that no one cares about. i mean, i'm sure some people do, but i'm not comfortable enough with them to talk about stuff. yet, i'm comfortable enough to type this shit on the internet for everyone to read?? see, there i go, again. god, idiot! whatever. i love you, willy. i feel a different kind of distance from you. you know, not a physical one. i don't want to lose you.