Hey Tumblr.

Sorry I haven’t been on lately.

All my shit just went out the door.

My whole routine.

I’m giving up, it’s one of the easiest things to do, you know?

Fuck college.

Fuck this house.

Fuck my future.

I’ll just become what my Mom think’s of me right now. I’ll just give in, another easy thing to do. 

Smoke weed every day. Pop pills. Drink. Huff. 

Just so I can become numb. 

So i guess as Jim Morrisson would say,

This is the end.

Don’t bother reading this, unless you’re really interested in what i have to say.

I’m just not feeling myself today, Tumblrs.

I think i’m mourning, but in denial.

Or maybe i’m just confused or sad.

*sigh* Nothing is interesting today. Only Jim Morrisson.

But at least my room is clean?

Maybe i’ll take a warm shower to clean off all this bad energy.

I’m thinking about never eating again, nothing sounds “absolutely-fucking-delicious” anymore. And i keep forgetting to drink water, but everytime i drink water i get grossed out by the cup. I really need to invest in some water bottles. 

I was happy at Johns last night. I actually felt butterflies. He noticed the little things, he was a gentleman AND he can cook.

Davis really needs to be gone for like a week or two or three because i want to want him and seeing him every single fucking day just wears me out. 

We smoke, get munchies and sit around all day. 

At Johns we play Smash Bros, eat banana splits, watch Incredibles and he lets me create my own WOW character. 

I love Davis. I really, honestly do. But he doesn’t have a job, a home, money. He doesn’t work out anymore. He doesn’t clean up after himself. I just feel like a maid.

Whenever i tell him this, he just … doesn’t understand. 

ugh

When I go to kill a bug but then it starts flying