I feel so vague. Like a huge hole has been ripped in my heart and I can't feel anything at all. I'm so fucked up right now I can't even sit up right, right. All these little things are hurting me, gnawing like rats on my soul but I can't be bothered to care. I just cover them up with tar and close my eyes to pretend I'm not really here. Is that how it's going to go? Running away from my problems creating problems so I have a reason to indulge in my habits? pills pills little red pills, blue, green, white pills, smoking trees, weed weed weed, six lines in a row here's your straw go at it. Can't sleep don't eat get skinny(er) I have to get up early in the morning for school. When did I become a waste of time? I guess time and life passed me by when I was smoking pot in the back yard, hauled ass to Mexico without me and now I'm stuck in this shithole with no idea how to go on. What choices to I make now? Where do I turn? How could I have possibly fucked up this much in this short amount of time? I'm fucked up right now I hate the feeling but I'm beginning to love the sting. destroy destroy destroy