Wishing i could find the time to stay on here like I used to
i drown my sorrows in smoke and drink, the only way i can truly think
well im officially heartbroken…
I’m done trying to find love. I’m obviously Not meant to have someone to share my life with, and thusly, I’m done searching for love.
I’m tired of having my heart torn from my chest.
I’m done feeling like the Biggest piece of trash on the planet.
im confused…
I talk to her, and things seem to be going well for a while. And then bam, we don’t talk for days. Not from lack of trying.
I mean, I’m not blowing up her phone, I give her space, I’m not trying to be overbearing .
I love her. I just wish I knew what was going on…
Can anyone enlighten me?
my new bong.
Since my cynical psycho bitch sister destroyed my glass one.
I got a double ice catcher with a duel percolator.
I named it big softy.
Cause it hits smoother than a clean shaven pussy.
New hair cut and blazed
My new bowl. Rasta on the bowl and chameleon glass swirling down to the mouth piece.
so fucking pissed
i just got fired. and they couldn’t even give me a reason why. im seriously like 10 seconds from just going back up to the mountain and killing everyone.
i wish i could figure girls out. sometimes i feel like im the only guy with girl problems.
a successful day of slacking.
i went to work this morning, high as fuck. then i got to my lift and smoked up my entire shift. now im about to hit up my bong and eat some doritos and cheez-its. get at me :)
im starting to think that i should just give up on everything.
i’ve been trying for the past 3 months to accomplish what i need to. and i’ve failed miserably. i honestly think im done.
Purple frogs were discovered in India in 2003. It took biologists so long to find them because these fat fucks are underground 50 weeks a year, playing WoW in their parent’s basements. They come up during monsoon season to mate, so every time you see one of these disgusting lumps it’s trying to get laid. They’re also called donut frogs, presumably after their primary food source.
the thoughts that go through my head everyday…
i wonder what its like to have your throat slit open… as you feel the blood rush from your heart and pours out of your neck.
or how it feels to hang. when you feel your your body kick from strangulation.
what its like to cross over or whatever happens after you die. is there an afterlife? is there reincarnation? what would change if i wasn’t around anymore?
why is everything so hard? why does it take so much just to be a normal person? why cant i do anything right?
hell yeah! im down for that! :D
i want to do so many things.
but i only have one day off a week and im usually swamped by early evening. shit.
