I HOPE EVERYONES HAAAPPY ( Read more... )

if i have any mother fucking kids im telling them to never fall in love. or at least not until they're 25, which is when they say your frontal lobes mature, the crucial part dealing with delayed gratification and planning, etc. now i may be completely fucking wrong, which is highly possible in this case, but i think young love set the sloppy ( Read more... )

i slept in for the first time in months. had to get up at 6am in jail, and still do in here. before rehab i wasnt really sleeping at all though so even if i had the chance i couldnt. they would put us back in lockdown after breakfast around 7 and everyone would go back to sleep until lunch and i would just lay there watching the sun climb reaaaal ( Read more... )

sick in bed all day alone finding out what it feels like to regret shit. do NOT suggest. i probably should've taken an hour every few months to sift through some of this shit instead of tackling six years at once. or just blacked out more often. fuck, what a waste of energy. im regretting not regretting GET ME OUT THIS IS WHY I WANT TO SLEEP ALL ( Read more... )

this aint a stream it's a fuckin flood. hoppin around from step to ground, wall to earth, practicing to be one of them mountain goats. until then, everyone's welcome to come over, we're synthesizing quaaludes tonight. "come here, boy, i'll cutcha an dare you to bleed." trip stumble fall just lay there it's too cold to bother getting up. yer only ( Read more... )

every time ive needed a laugh today ive just pictured different people using the word "sorrow" in casual conversation and it's worked beautifully ( Read more... )

fuck waking up at six with nothing to do ( Read more... )

sometimes being able to say "i told you so" or "i knew this would happen" just plain sucks. some things i would really prefer to be completely fucking wrong about ( Read more... )

it's thick, heavy, dirty metal. shackles between my legs and hands, with a big fucking bowling ball-sized chunk dangling behind me attached to a wide collar around my neck. im starving and there's a delicious piece of exotic fruit hanging just out of reach, like a carrot in front of a horse. i get a slight taste every now and then but haven't ( Read more... )

this is mine. ive had this journal for probably four or five years. and this week i realized something fucked up happened. somewhere along the line, im guessing when the party started or at least when i started focusing more on hanging out, i lost a fat chunk of myself. that has to be the cheesiest way to put it but ive been thinking heavily in ( Read more... )