Shits. I don't know. Insert a witty title here....
December 9, 2003
I don't seem to know much about anything anymore. what's new.... blah. I'm sick of explaining everything to people. I sick of life. I'm sick of school. I'm sick of not having any money. I'm sick of smoking pot to not feel suicidal. I'm sick of the police. I'm sick of homework. I'm sick of stupid people. I'm sick of smart people. I'm sick of people in general. I'm sick of my kid's father. I'm sick of his fiance. I'm sick of myself. I'm sick of feeling sick. I'm sick of not having a car. I'm sick of everything.
I just want to make it go away. for good. I started my meds again last night. making me feel all stupid today. god i hate medicine. i'd rather smoke pot for the rest of my life.
Hokay, so here's the earth, chilling. dang, that is a sweet earth you might say. WRONG. fucking kangaroos. woot. ah motherland! shit guys, the cigar-missles are coming! Fire our shit! but i'm le tired. well, have a nap. then fire ze missles! fuck we're dumbasses. alaska can come to. the end!
sorry, that made no sence at all to some of you... oops.