6/29/11-
People have called me many things. A stupid-bitch-pothead-funny-uptight-carefree-human-alien-whatever. I’m not anything special, just a drugged up kid tossed out onto a doorstep for some single meth-head-mother to love and cherish until my eighteen birthday. An author would call it a tragedy. A film maker would place it under drama or dark humor. For me, it’s just life. Now I am sitting in a house on a beautiful day because I have no where to go and nobody to see. The truth is I don’t want to see anyone. They don’t get it.
7/23/11-
I’m sad again.
10/5/11-
I honestly feel like there is no one I can talk to anymore. No one who knows me and who can help me. I’m stuck in this house sorrounded by my family. I just need to get the fuck out of here before I loose it. I want to move to the West coast and be happy and strong and beautiful. Fuck fuck fuck.
11/5/2011
Goals anyone?
