
That's true love. Just replace Hayden Panettiere with me and that's everlasting love. I had a dream that Kristen Bell and I fell in love. And it was real. Then I woke up with three cats laying on me. "GODDAMN MY LIFE!"
I am so glad I only have to work until 2 am for ONE MORE DAY. It's literally driving me up the wall. I've been scratching my eyes all night and snorting at funny music blogs, AND SINGING BON JOVI SHIT FOR FUN. I'm doing this FOR FUN. I'm creepy out my co-workers. I'm in need of some "surious" TLC. Someone needs to hold me, and I don't care if that someone is a straitjacket. Forshizz.
You know, I wonder this a lot, but, like, why do people come to me for advice? I've dropped out of college (twice). I don't go to class. I'm failing Chemistry (for all intents and purposes). I'm poor. I burn money like cigarettes. I smoke too many cigarettes. I'm drunk every day of my life. I've had three failed relationships and one of which turned me into a lunatic. I have no motivation, no dreams. I have drug problems. I'm clinically depressed with anxiety/panic issues. I only like straight girls, a.k.a. girls who will hurt me. I don't understand how to follow through. There is a bench warrant out for my arrest (and probs another one). I don't understand a Friday night if it doesn't involve me getting way too wasted for my own good. I get belligerent with people I shouldn't get belligerent with, a.k.a. cops. I don't know what I want out of life. I have three cats. In an efficiency apartment. I bounce from one mood to the other. I can't focus on anything, except what's wrong with me.
BASICALLY, why ME? It's like getting the answers to life from a methmouth bum. GOOD IDEA. But hey, at least I don't hate my life anymore. I actually quite like how my life is going right now. It was worse... 2 months ago. A LOT worse.
WOOOO... crazy talk!
Listening to "Summer Song" by YACHT. As in the other half of the Blow that isn't a cute gay girl.