Listening to: mozart
Feeling: wonderful
the one year is coming.
one year ago today you couldve found me in a drunken stupor with a girl who isnt even my friend anymore. but we wre "best friends" then, anyway im sure i had skipped school and was looking for cash in the back sheet of my white lumina that i had driven madly into the ditch on numerous occasions. of course, my search always ended empty handed so i would rummage through my belongings because i needed something to pawn off in exchange for ecstasy money. ecstasy ecstasy ecstacy=----exactly what it brought me!??!! right? right. not really, im sure in plunged me further itno the depths of my mania, my depression. and now im here.
SOBRIETY: thats my new drug of choice::
i am in a maniacal (probably not a word) rage now, about... well danica alex smith, fucking matt, and everyone else i'm imagining in my head. fuck them all. let them burn a big fiery death. (is that a pun?)