ian could drive.

i don't belong here, do i.

if i met life i would kill him.

the bastard.

me and isis just went on a walk. we went way down the road by the fertilizer containers we used to burn by so often. there was all kinds of fucking mud on my shoes. finished off my pack of parliament 100's. that sucks. gonna tax a bottle tomorrow and get jag.

you'll probably see more of me later on tonight.

fuck always. it never worked. and it never will.

i wouldn't mind dying right now.

shit

i was at the beach today. evan, lauren, and selina were there. it was good to be around lauren and evan again. and selina was pretty funny. there were other people there too. the only significant ones being myself, and nia. we smoked some pot. i did a radio show with josh, pretty stoned. had a good time. nia came to the show about halfway through. i was still high. i stole an oxycodone from jamal. fucker. it better do something.


we went to a movie. 'trust your man'. i'm not sure if thats the name. something gay like that. it was a pretty awful movie. but it had some genuinely cynical moments. hannah sat in the wrong place. that was shitty. whatever. we will hang out tomorrow. i have cigarettes now. stoked. i think it's possible that i do drugs a little too often. fuck.

goodbye.
goodnight.
just like always.

if i don't get out of here soon. something bad is going to happen. something worse than everything that has already happened. i'm fucked.

this sucks.