I get this really bad pain in my back sometimes. It seems that smoking pot only makes it worse, unfortunately. Compounded with my depression and the dry socket I have from the tooth that was just extracted a few days ago, I kind of want to off myself. I won't, though. Tomorrow I'm going to spend my allowance on a pain pills that I hope to split with Colleen. It's the only way I can get her to leave her house. At least we won't feel like death for a few hours.
On a positive note, I have a huge crush on my film professor. So I'm excited to go to class on Wednesdays.
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Friday, August 7, 2015
Vent
Yva posts to Facebook every day about how evil white people are. She is the most racist person I know, even though she's constantly pointing her finger at people she thinks are "privileged".
It's ridiculous, especially since she came from an affluent family, went to private school, traveled the world, and made $3 million when she was famous in the 90s. Personally I think she's just a fucking bitch sometimes. Yet all these people suck up to her because she was in a band with that guy from Nirvana. And she's convinced all of her white friends (the majority of them) that they should feel ashamed for their genetics.
Whatever.
I mean, I like hanging out with her, and I have forgiven her for being a fucking bitch to me and kicking me out on the street in NYC, but fuck. I just need to get that off of my chest.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Fuck
Randall's dead. It's all over the news. They're holding a candlelight vigil tomorrow night. The funeral is Monday, but I don't know if I can do it.
Maybe I should have said yes when he asked me to marry him last year. He cried because I told him that I loved him too much for something like that. He's more like an at-times incestual brother. 20 years. Fuck I love that boy.
Ashley stopped by my parents' house when I was gone looking for me. Then she got Eric to come pick her up. They returned with Ashley freaking out that Blake might know that she was with Eric. I escorted her home, and he seemed to be fine. But there are guns everywhere, and I don't need another friend killed by some psycho jealous bastard.
Life is so fucked.
Randall wanted me to get a job though, so that's what I'm going to do.
Maybe I should have said yes when he asked me to marry him last year. He cried because I told him that I loved him too much for something like that. He's more like an at-times incestual brother. 20 years. Fuck I love that boy.
Ashley stopped by my parents' house when I was gone looking for me. Then she got Eric to come pick her up. They returned with Ashley freaking out that Blake might know that she was with Eric. I escorted her home, and he seemed to be fine. But there are guns everywhere, and I don't need another friend killed by some psycho jealous bastard.
Life is so fucked.
Randall wanted me to get a job though, so that's what I'm going to do.
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