randomrockstar

Ugh. I woke up this morning...actually this afternoon...to the diswasher (my little sister) making a ton of noise and playing music that is just not right for waking up to...and my door was wide open, and Fenway was hogging the bed. My eyes are puffy and filled with sleeps and I made the mistake of looking in the mirror on my way to the bathroom. I was utterly disgusted with what I saw. My head is a disaster area and my arms and chest are red with sunburn...I try to remind myself to take deep breaths and not freak out...I just need to remember to go to the store and pick up my meds and then all will be fine.

I am, in my own socially acceptable way, addicted to drugs, and it's totally sad that if I want to lead any sort of productive life I will have to remain so.

I'm starting to wonder: what's so bad about speed anyway?