pheageythissucks

Yesterday was interesting. Had the majority of the family over for my brother graduation (GED) party.
About 7:30p my cousin suggested we have a fire at his place. So we did. It was nice My cousin Ross, cousin Kerean and her boyfriend Dan and I had fun just sitting around the (mini) bon-fire eating, smoking, and BS'ing till about midnight.


Fun times, so why do they make me so depressed? The holidays make me depressed, fun things make me depressed, why am I only happy in my missery? Someone beat me....
I got so close reverting back to some bad habits last night after I got home, lucky me Ijust layed down in bed and watch Apocolipes Now. (yea I know I cann't spell.)
Fuck this...another month and I should have my own place again. An end of one age and the beginning of another..Damn I hate still being alive sometimes....
fuck me