Drunk. Want to cut. House smells of turkey, pumpkin pie and all the fixins. I hate this holiday. I am going to b&p so much. I hate this holiday. I love this holiday. I truly hate it. A cop followed me home. I'm very drunk. Fuck that cop. I thought my life was over. I miss Jake. A lot. I hate my life more. New friend's husband is a jackass. I miss Jake. I miss Sam more. I miss the fake intimacy that Jake gave me. Now, no one wants me. My life is shit. I am so ready to move. Drinking does NOT agree with me. Time to pass out.
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kate moss - i think i'm falling... |
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"too many" ciggs today (no such thing - they kill appetite) |
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