one of the longest weeks in the history of weeks is over.
Has it taken a severe shot at my moral? perhaps. i did not get out last week except for monday and friday. and i fear i was so exhausted by my days that i might not have been the most interesting person to chill with.
I woke up around 5 am and my radio was still on. and Wish You Were Here from none other than the pink floyd was on. and it really shook my foundations. fucking cosmos.
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if one more person says to me "GOD you're pale" i'm going to punch them in the throat. I don't get out much so i'm sorry it's mid-june and i dont have a sunkissed glow. not to be snippy or anything, but i figured i would make that public service announcement, brought to you by the widows of throat punching victims.
i'm feeling so uninspired lately. i haven't drawn or painted anything in how long, i'm not singing as much as i used to, even while driving. and it scares me how much i don't want anymore work done on me since my brand has healed up (which by the way i have pictures for everyone so they can see the lovely beast). Most of my good friends close to home are too busy entertaining their boyfriends dicks and thinking of fun ways to blow me off and waste my time. Guys have the whole bros before hoes deal (which sorry, all the ones i know are total pussy slaves) but chicks before dicks does not adhere to girls in the fucking least. at least not here in central jersey.
i really can't blame this on growing pains because i'm not really GOING anywhere. So i've got a job. big fucking deal. If you came up to me and told me i look satisfied, i'll kick you in the kidneys. another public service annoucement, brought to you by orphans of the kidney kicked.
this entry is going towards a tone and attitude i did not intend on, nor like.
shits really not that bad. i just need a hug and some totally random lets go do shit day
