if fear was money, i’d be a fucking millionaire
i have proof that his mere presence has destroyed my life. I have concrete evidence that i was fine without him around. but i know things wouldn’t be this way if nobody wanted it to be this way. I also know that no matter what i do, it will never get better. it will always be as fucked up as this.
me and my mom got into a big fight which has to do with my dad. duh. why else would we fight? and now, she is being the biggest bitch in the world and is refusing to pay for my tuittion money. i figured if she wouldn’t, i would pawn my watch and sell the necklace that james gave me on my birthday and proli the necklace and bracelet my lola gave me for graduation. I honestly don’t want to though. but i have to figure out a way to go to fucking school.
i can’t believe i’m considering this a problem when i don’t even like school. fuck it.
i smoked proli more than 10 sticks today and i feel like i’m dry and dead inside. it’s the worst feeling in the world. but i still did a pretty good job at soccer.
i don’t know. there are just so many things i wanna say but i don’t know where to start or i don’t know if it would make sense. i just want to drink up and have fun
