i wonder what the hell i'm doing in my life. i just turned 34, i feel like an old fuck. i just moved to newport beach in california to a transitional house in hopes to get my life in order. what? oh a transitional home you ask... well, i'm a fucking drug addict and alcoholic. yep, that's me, i said it. i just got out of rehab in maryland for the second time. the first time i moved into a recovery house and ended getting high as a kite while there. life sucks. i'm a 34 year old boy. no life skills. i wake up every frigging morning feeling like i'm on planet mars. where am i? what the hell am i doing here? why does my life blow? i have no friends, i'm not too fond of my beach housemates, the friends i did have are degenerate drug addicts who will take me down. isn't life about people? worst of all, i haven't been laid in over a year, and i'm so fucking lonely i feel like walking into the red tide and never comming back.
why even bother writing this, who really cares about a druggie who's down on his luck and has been revirginized? no one's going to read it anyway. no one fucking cares!
why even bother writing this, who really cares about a druggie who's down on his luck and has been revirginized? no one's going to read it anyway. no one fucking cares!