March 2012
February 2012
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In the last 24 hours I’ve dreamed about:
Mr. Oizo being cancelled
Going to Mr. Oizo, but the security made me unclasp my bra and the guy reached in and pulled out my e and I got arrested.
My flashcards for psychology.
Not driving on the freeway tomorrow.
Fucking exhausted, mentally and physically. I’ve been at 100% all day. I’m glad I’m locked in my bed’s warm embrace right about now.
yo man do you smoke?
naw i smoke fools like you on tha bball court
Wow I got up this morning and I didn’t need to blaze to make sure I wasn’t too depressed to go to school. Proud of myself.
That little bitch doesn’t control me anymore.
I love the way the rain sounds,
Gradually growing heavier.
It starts with a tiny plink against the roof
Then the downpour starts.
Thousands of tiny little drops of water
Pounding against your house.
The sound slowly fades
Into nothing,
My feet are screaming at me — their voices are the searing pain I feel in my metatarsal. I feel as though I’m on my toes all day, my muscle stretching to its limit. Some days I imagine it just might… snap. But alas! I am able to go higher and higher each day. For now, I must get high on weed.
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Well at least I’m not depressed anymore.
“Self-improvement is masturbation.”
– Chuck Palahniuk
Anonymous asked: Trying to figure out how much of you is really you.