So, WHAT THE FUCK IS MY PROBLEM. dear God in heaven who the hell am I and why on earth did I do that?
well obvious reasons.
Alcohol. Stupidity. latent sub conscious feelings.
WHY AM I MATuring so slowly?
when am i gonna get my boobs?
oh shit i already have them. when are they gonna flatten down and not be important anymore. im tired of wanting and longing. I just want to be happy. it's a damn cycle first comes happy then comes trying to be that happy again all the time. GRATIFICATION IS A BITCH.
i wonder if the 2 years I have left on my insurance covers therapy. I wonder if using my friends for such things would cost me more money than therapy in the long run. lets compare all this to a rousing drug addiction to cure my ails. AHHHH if only i could make more sculpture and cure more pain I wouldnt be acting out. I would be listening to that same strokes album and creating something disturbingly hilarious. SHIT!
anyways this will be good for the book. this is the part where i become the loveable badguy. im headed for great change. in 2 years or less I dont think anyone will know me anymore. cue: Blur- on my own.
p.s. I need to write me some rules to follow. next post
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