People are full of shit...Including myself.
Don't need 'em.
Rode with pierce, daniel, and black jesus today at least 30 miles on bikes. Most fun I've had as long as I can remember. Then again, i don't remember much. Went all over downtown, even rode on the riverwalk without getting kicked out. Pissed off a lot of people. Great fun. Everyone busted their ass at least once. Big bloody scrapes. Mmm mmm. I miss having somebody to connect to, but I always cope.
Max still will not talk to me. I call him and drive by his house everyday. Really frustrating. I don't have many friends these days, but I think that's meant to be. I need to figure my own shit out before I impose myself unto others. I don't write enough. I think way too much. I've cut down on smoking but i drink too much now. Starting again to look for harder drugs. Just want happiness, or even contentment. All I find usually is dissapointment. This is no world for dreamers.
three hours of sleep last night, plus a pretty exhausting day. I'm drunk. I'm going to sleep.
you dont have to listen, but if you are, i hope you know i'm not full of anything when I tell you I love you.
ps: I'm not sure how much longer I can live in this country. I hope it burns soon. I wouldn't be regretful if I burned with it.