The incoherent ramblings of a wannabe junkie living off mental securities and pseudo-intellectual superiority.
Err. More deontology. Meh.
I’m telling everyone that I love that I love them. I want them to know that. I love them so so much and I can’t let them down. They mean so much to me, and I want them to know it.
If you’re feeling small, and you can’t draw a crowd, draw dicks on the wall.
Mm, anyway. I’m really sad. But it’s alright. I have a future. …right? Fuck. Well… I always have something to fall back on.
I’ll smoke cigarettes until I die.
Ben folds… Fuck I can’t even listen to him anymore. Hm. Well.
I got invited to a drug house for someone’s birthday. Practically two whole days of drugs with no supervision. Idk… Disasters happen this way. But drugs. Eek.
My dad told my brother that he was a pussy. He’s so disgusting.