Panic attacks are fucking horrible.
Maybe I'm in the wrong here but I don't remember it ever being okay for a guy to ever handle a girl in an abusive way, let alone pick her up and fucking throw her. You live on the couch, asshole. Whatever. I think I found a bike to use. I saw Steve outside of the library yesterday, very nice dude. It was so beautiful out, I love how it's getting warmer out. Puts me in the best moods. Fuck yeah, I love cut off jeans and drinking in Clark Park. I need to see Erica Ballard sometime soon. I AM DONE WITH A CERTAIN HORRIBLE SUBSTANCE, I'M DONE. I need to hit the lottery or something. Awesome shows coming up, I need to go out and make some money. Detoxing starts today, total cleansing. No smokes even. I am going to be in the worst fucking mood, this is going to suck.
TOTAL INSANITY!
TOTAL INSANITY!