(no subject)
Everything is the same.
My friends are drug addicts,
and I surround myself with them everyday.
Nelson still picks me flowers to smell.
He's the best.
I wrote that the other night apparently in a journal I'm keeping. I bring it with me everywhere. I guess that's why I don't write in here that much anymore.
My life is a big ball of stress and chaos between work and school. I'm trying to get a second job and figure out my life that I will never be able to control. And I miss this stupid boy. That's it.
♥
My friends are drug addicts,
and I surround myself with them everyday.
Nelson still picks me flowers to smell.
He's the best.
I wrote that the other night apparently in a journal I'm keeping. I bring it with me everywhere. I guess that's why I don't write in here that much anymore.
My life is a big ball of stress and chaos between work and school. I'm trying to get a second job and figure out my life that I will never be able to control. And I miss this stupid boy. That's it.
♥