40 ounces (of heroin) to freedom, please.
everything's icky. school is icky, sickness is icky, being away is icky. hating every minute of it. well, like 89% of the minutes of it. went shopping today. again. have the money for that? no. have the time for that? no. depressed and sullen enough for that? absolutely. have another book to buy. books this semester cost me $300. 5 pages, small font, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. better ways to spend money as far as i'm concerned. and the bookstore marks up all its shit like 3000%. fuck that. tip: shop for books online. 'kay i'm sick of this now, too.