She left a bag on my door handle with tampons, $20 from my account, two packs of L&M menthol 100’s, and a dove chocolate bar in it.
She is perfect.
9am. Time for bed. May attempt sleeping forever just to get on a normal schedule.
I blog way too much about bullshit, I dunno why anyone follows me.
everything that was from the inside has gone down. no one is too sure of what’s going on in the site.
sleep. wake up. who know’s what’s going on tomorrow. hopefully seeing emma.
the dock on thursday with meagan, jake, selena, maybe cyndi, maybe spencer, maybe chris. who knows. getting drunk and dancing.
staying at spencer’s on friday. hanging out there saturday.
gotta keep distracted.
So unbelievably proud of you. BE SAFE PLEASE. I’m watching the livestream now. I can’t stress it enough. Keep us as updated as possible and stand up for what is right!
To New York? $118.
To Albuquerque? $171.
I’m about to have $1300 in my account.
Take a trip. Or get a tattoo.
If I went on a trip, and takers to join?
I haven’t had the chance to be alone in a long time. In may two years ago is when I started going out every night because I couldn’t be alone. And then I moved out. And always lived with people.
And now I’m alone.
And I guess dealing with things.
Or just feeling pathetic and slipping back into depression.
Going to sleep at 7am, going to wake up when it’s dark again. I need to get out of this schedule. I haven’t seen real day light in a week, other than sunrises. Maybe that, plus the rain, is doing it.
I miss when we just went out every night. I want to just stay at people’s houses forever.
I think I’m going to write a book. Or learn how to play guitar. Or start doing art.
Maybe start making clothes and selling them on etsy.
I dunno what I’m doing.
I wish my out of town friends didn’t have shit to do. I want to stay a week in Columbus with Dan. I want to go to New Mexico and stay with Heather.
Maybe I’ll look into train tickets.
Maybe that’s what I’ll do.
She says, “you wanna be free.”
I say, “free from what?”
She looked me dead in the eye,
Said “don’t piss away your one true love,
Or you’ll be looking for replacements
From basement to basement to basement.”
In the back of my mind,
I hope that my true love be waiting.
Do you think that she’s waiting? I
don’t know if she’s waiting for you anymore
But wake up
Cause you’re not done
You could fix yourself up, kid
And you could learn how to love
You could learn how to love
Someone besides yourself for once
And think something for more than six months
And you can call me up
Wake up depressed.
work out AT LEAST every other day. stop eating junk. move back in to my mom’s. learn how to ride the scooter. mod my jacket. make some shirts.
blah blah blah blah.
Too drunk to function.