I’m a crazy bitch arent I? I let everything get to me and I always will. every little thing is a sign from the gods that every choice I ever make is wrong. Or is that just the crazy paranoid bitch talking?
I know I’ll never be good enough for anything I ever do. but its cool I guess.
I just wanna go to school again and get over this cabin fever
well thats depressing.
I really shouldn’t have this much time to myself to think about how fucking lame I am
but maybe I get to go to the tree lighting tonight? not sure
Part of me ia hungry as duck. But the other part can still taste the throwup.