Thursday, April 8, 2010

a perfect date involves sushi and dick.

I'm probably bipolar. And i know bipolar. so shut the fuck up.
I feel crazy. I'm angry, depressed, lonely, overwhelmed, tired, and free. i work tomorrow, then the day after that, twice. Why do i go a whole week without ANYTHING to do, then get three shifts in 24 hours? fucking bullshit. i realized that the people i think i'm most comfortable around, don't know me. I've made myself like things that i don't, and want things that i won't use. I'm concerned with so many aspects of being the perfect person because i don't want sour confrontation. If i just do the shit I want, i won't have to care if assholes say something about it because i'll be able to back it up. right? I NEED TO FOCUS ON ME. i need to move away and start over. I need to vent to someone. possibly a doctor, preferably a friend.

so i smoked a cigarette. and i'm still glooooooomy.
i need to do something. make something. bye.
daddy, i'm so sorry, i'm so s-s-sorry, yeah.

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