get high, stop feeling low.

it's fucking 420 and i'm not allowed to smoke. are you kidding me?

i saw fireworks from the freeway. and behind these closed eyes, i cannot make them go away.
cause you were born on the fourth of july.


my friends are all getting together and getting completely high.
but of course i get to be antisocial and stay home by myself.
meh.
i start the gym next week. i'm texting danny and he's so excited about today.
apparently this is the first time he's getting high. and he's going to at exactly 4:20.
ughhhhhhhhhhh.
i want to do it so bad but i promised someone i wouldn't.

i have to clean today and then imma get chinese food. starving.
i haven't been writing anything in weeks. i just can't. figure out what i wanna write.
i won't worry my life away! lala

fuck fuck fuck.
text me?
i used all my minutes this month so i'm dying.
i'm antisocial but jesus. i need to talk to someone.

njfsdkngk i dunno!
imma go clean and be weird now i suppose.
someone should really talk to me.
x)


hbfsdbgdj.
miss you.

read this read this. it will change your life, i swear.

and what a beautiful mess this is
it's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes
and through timeless words and priceless pictures
we'll fly like birds not of this earth
and tides they turn and hearts disfigure
but thats no concern when we're wounded together
and we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
but its nice today,
oh the wait was so worth it.

i'm supposed to be getting ready to go to the doctor today. eh.
i guess when you pass out and hit your head, run a 103 fever, and your body shakes all over,
you're kind of required to go see a doctor.
i get sick too damn much.

my life has been boring. as always.
i spent two weeks at my cousins house. we kinda had fun.
basically i wake up,
call laureen,
fall back asleep,
take a shower,
kinda eat,
call laureen,
watch tv,
play with con,
call laureen,
fall asleep.

my phone bill is insane. but i suppose that's just a small price to pay to hear her voice.

no one reads these blogs anymore.
so why do i bother?