January 7, 2013

  • Coming back to STL is some kinda hell I can barely imagine at times. It's like saying "I'm a spayed dog and my adventures are over" and I'm totally in love so it's making it even much much much worse. I kind of had these things crash on my head at the wrong time and I got stuck here because I needed the therapy and my parent's support and everything but I can't help-even in this fucking great cheap apartment with my cat and everything I've ever wanted...I can't help but count the days until I'm done with this place! I told Brandon that there was no good high school memories and I told David that I'm not going to hang out with the people I knew in high school it's just never gonna happen I don't like to shit where I ate even when the eatings done and done. I instead just mull around and wait for the world to end so I can keep moving up. I told him I would go around and fuck someone and that would be my easy way out but fuck me, I'm not in Denver any more so I don't really have an excuse to act like a baby anymore. I gotta grow up and stop fucking away my problems. Plus, man, I really don't want nothing with nobody here. I hate the ants that crawl on this anthole they're like babies who've never left the crib and are grabbing for a mother's milk. You know what's hilarious is that fucking Luis was texting me and now he has some kind of infectious disease that he's taking random pills for from Francis. Grow up man. Go to the doctor. He just wants to trap a girl and make her take care of him and I really am sickened by it. I'm just another mom. No guy will ever impregnate me. Just try. At least not a second time. Kyle got away with a TON of shit. He made me move to Denver with him. At least I'm not being dragged to some city for a guy. I got no city and no guy and nothing at all. Thanks a lot.