tonight was lame.
also, lady p-orridge is dead, i didn't know. that shit sucks. I fucking love psychic tv.
these kids need to shut the fuck up and let me sleep and stop stealing my shit and being in my fucking room and crying on my floor.

this weekend was basically like one of those comedies where like 3/4ths the way through everything turns into a tragedy/slasher.

nothing specifically bad happened last night, but for some reason it precipitated me having a complete mental breakdown.

getting older sucks.

yo so i leave today. My whole family got food poisoning from dinner last night, it's amazing I was able to escape with just an hour of being sick after dinner. I leave in an hour and have to pack and shit. Last night was bizarre, i fucked up meeting with Lily, Nick L, and Nick M, I should be more consistent. I just want to stay in the city and ( Read more... )

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second all nighter, but this essay is BALLIN.

it's seems fitting that tonight would end in a cab ride costing me 40 dollars. fuck me in the ass.

People come over and I hole myself up in my room and listen to mahler at loud volume, pace back and forth, chainsmoking.

i love how this quarter i Inadvertently played up my "troubled youth" image to an unbelievable extreme.