Talked to my parents about how I’m not learning anything at my piece of shit expensive ass school, and they actually (tried) to listen. Possible school switch in the future? I certainly hope so. Maybe I can go to Cibola, so I can work this whole Goddamn thing out with Libby. I fucking hate how things are between us.
Ate dinner and purged, I feel cleaner inside. At least I have the scale to look forward to tonight. And a new shiny razor! I’ll carve Libby and little hearts, just like last time, right over top of the last one, to deepen it. And I can sit and read and play gameboy (yeah, that gameboy. Not even gameboy color) and waste away the night hours. Maybe if I’m lucky, I can get a minute or two of sleep between nightmares. Whee.
Anyone willing to mail me some weed?
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
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