May 31, 2006 12:26
really, he's very wise in not wanting to trust a human ever again.
and i don't want to be miserable, but i don't want to get fucked.
if there's a happy medium, ill take it.
perhaps thats why the jail cell didn't look like such a bad option.
i'm such a shattered fucking piece of human right now that i need to get my mind focused and keep it there.
on a lighter note, i found in my room a mason jar full of some of tampa's finest marijuana.
i started laughing and almost ran to get my mom.
i'm almost afraid of it, because i have such an addictive personality that i know that if i smoke once there's no turning back. and having motivation and no addictions to drugs is a fairly pleasant feeling.
i think the key to this is to not stop thinking and not stop feeling and not allow myself to be weak. the mind is a powerful fucking object.
so is love.
and combined, they are explosive.