(via sal408)
aperantly, im drunk.
my dad walks out of the garage and says
“i think the grarge smells like tequilla”and gives me some sort of death stare,
i didnt even hear, causxe im sick, comming down with somtihng,
[HOPEFULLY not swine flu]
and ive been mumbling everything today, and asks if i was drunk
then procedes to imagine why
i wanted those liver vitaminsssmyyyyydayyyy.
this is why i hate
going back to school.
1.i feel paranoid that some one sonewhere
has a picture of me doing somtihng and there
showing it to everyone as we speak.2.i hate bitching about how i dont think i have
my shit together, and i usually have it OVERLY
done and together,3. you know that “dirty,unclean” feeling?
YEAH.4. people are going to see me.
5.and because i have to go too sleeppp :p







