So basically the first thing I do when I get home is eat everything in sight until there's no more room in my stomach. I'm becoming an obese person. I don't quite look it yet, but my habits are horrible. I like eating too much. I find it really really fun to sit in front of the TV and eat. I'm addicted to feeling good. I always want to be happy and comfortable and stimulated. Therefore I really do eat a lot. And smoke a lot. And want a lot. I really do feel guilty sometimes. But if I tried not to eat and not to smoke and not to crush, I don't know where I'd be. I'm fucking dependant. It's Friday evening and I'm home. Kinda pooey, but oh well, hopefully tomorrow will be good. If the weekends even end up failing on me... shit, I don't know. That just crushes a lot of hope for my life. Things definately aren't the best for anyone. I feel like I've got a lot of weight on my shoulders. I'm so scared that I'm going to fail Maxey's class, yet I'd much rather skip that test and that worksheet. Just say screw it. Oh man I'm going to get screwed. I guess I'll go watch some TV. Do some more mindless activities. Eat some avacados and kiwis. Gosh I feel like such shit. But there are some things that are ultra relieving. Like your wave. I don't know why. But thanks.