March 2012
I’m such a bitch to everyone recently. Should I care? I don’t think I do.
February 2012
I need to smoke fuck this
I miss so much. I miss going out every night and smoking and having an amazing time. I miss my friday nights. Now I just seem like a whore to everyone I used to talk to. I make such bad mistakes. I wish I still had those friends. I haven’t been genuinely happy in about three years. I wish I could do something about my depression. Why aren’t I allowed to just fucking take pills. Why...
got myself some grape cheyennes c:
I’m so fucking sad.
I just got Ken Kesey’s jail journal. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world. I love Ken Kesey more than life can let me.
