do it, you know you want it
also, i never want to go back to that crazy old womans house, but it looks like im gonna have to on monday.
and days like this make me sad, because of how much i miss you, when i shouldn’t. why havent we spoke in over two weeks? your convincing me your just another regret.
why do i put so much pressure upon my mom?
why do i lie about stupid shit?
why dont i go school?
why am i not forgiving my sister?
why am i making myself so stressed?
why does it feel like im trapped?
why did i take my happiness for granted?
why do i do this everyday?
annnd why the fuck am i eating my remote?
Not to mention how fucking excited I am for Saturday.
Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU.
This makes me miss summer.
that tomorrow is already Thursday. These past few days have been nothing but a blur. I can’t remember any of my classes, if it’s A day, or B day, and if i’ve reworn the same clothes. Mark started cemo today! Woo! 15 more sesions, 8 more months… We got this. I’m actually pretty fucking scared. Actually, I’m really scared. Shitless. Although, I am going to mention a few things about marijuana. Would that be necessary?