March 2012
wake up: exhausted
12 am: exhausted
3 pm: fucking exhausted
5 pm: really fucking exhausted
7 pm: about to pass out
bed time: the energy of 5 million condensed suns
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I hate days like this. I feel so hopeless and hate everything. I sit here and think about all the things I hate about myself and then ponder and pout over them. I’m my own worst enemy.
February 2012
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aw man.. rest in peace Davy Jones :/
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oh hey hangover :(
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drunk as fuck watching the devils rejects smoking from the bong celebrating Mikey’s bday. fucccck yes!
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hahaha I love the conversations I have at 5 am :D I am yeti hear me roar.
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