Alright. I’m over the game/story shit. I’m on a deeper level. This album is now what my fucking life is currently like.
“I should have listened to her, so hard to keep control…”
Yeah, I should have listened to my mom and I shouldn’t have blew everything out of porportion. But I wanted better. I got it, I guess. Better in that I have a family that actually gives a fuck about me. But with so little freedom. I haven’t been out to do anything since Nov. 21. Nothing, no basket ball at the park. No going over to peoples’ houses. Nothing. I’ve been here with my internet friends. Some of them are truely, though, my real friends.
My foot shakes, I laugh, then cry, then get pissed. I don’t know if I’m pregnant or a psycho, but I don’t really care. I’ve decided to start doing drugs again. I’m taking 200mg of Benadryl later tonight. I’ll keep you posted on how that goes.
