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Ain't no one that can step up to tell me that walking on land beats drowning in the sea. Because all's I gotsta say is, I walked from the beach a mile out shore expecting a better freedom and a more open atmosphere, and let those land loving say otherwise but drowning outta sight falls short to what I'd expect.

And to think that anyone would know.

Me, Chris L., Dusty ( Read more... )

I hate the dirty feeling of waking up after a night of debauchery. I hate washing off the grime and excess that clogs the shower. I hate drowning in that dirty water. I hate my hair smelling like fifty kinds of cigarettes on Monday mornings and I hate the sideways glances that sometimes strangers shoot me, asking themselves if they knew me. I hate ( Read more... )

About four or so weeks ago, I wrote a postcard saying how I hadn't been drunk or high or nothing for about three weeks. That was a lie. A couple weeks prior to writing that, I got very drunk and high and threw up a few times. I proceeded to throw up the next morning and follow that up by watching There Will be Blood with a good friend of mine. My ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I feel like I'm not as mature as my friends and peers. Or rather, I'm not as grown as them ( Read more... )

I hate that I'm only writing in this now whenever I'm in a downer of a mood, but oh well ( Read more... )

Calm down. Learn to enjoy losing ( Read more... )

To Victory ( Read more... )

My mom wants to move to Texas near my brother at the beginning of next year; I don't want her to. I want to be able to go home and sleep in my familiar house that is not a home. I don't want to go see just my dad when I go back down to Coral Springs. If my mom moves to Texas, I won't see her very often and this makes me sad and I feel lame but it's ( Read more... )