My emotions have been on edge since February. Why? Who the fuck cares. I'm happy one week, fucked the next. Just the beginning of something bad. Ms. Hayden says be positive, think positive, shit positive, eat positive. Nothing comes out positive except for poop. I don't know why I'm so bothered right now, I was prancing around to Bob Dylan and dyed my hair, then when I finally sat down, I'm on the verge of breaking. It's like any little thing anyone says to me that is remotely ironic to something happening, can effect a person so grossly. This is annoying, I start school today and everyone is going to be shitting themselves because, hawt shit, it's four twenty.
Too bad I don't smoke anymore; as much. But there really is no responsible way of doing it. I guess there might be when you hot box your friends car and almost die on your way home by a cop. That was nice, I should stop or do it when cautious. Not to fucking feel cool, that's dumb. And it's not a go-to thing anymore when I'm feeling depressed, that switched to drawing and reading, more productive things.
Well today is the start of the end, fuck you society, fuck you graduation season and double fuck you temperature.
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