Jun 21, 2004 16:27
Good times... good times...
I think I had something more in mind to say when I got on here. I forgot it now though. Mom started talking to me and the boys started yelling and my mind went on a totally different track.
Basically just woo hoo. Except not. More like ooh oow which would be the opposite of woo hoo. Ooh oow is what you say when things aren't woo hoo. It all makes sense if you think about it for awhile.
I'm going to go be peaceful for a bit. I really want a cigarette. I really want some pot. I wish I didn't have to quit both otherwise I'd be heavy into them. It's a slow suicide but it's the easiest route. I want simplicity. I'm scared and terrified of things to come and I don't know how to deal with them. I'm so good at dealing with problems as long as they're not my own. When they're my own I lock up. I'm stuck. So off I go to be scared and all that. Everything should work out... somehow...