hhhhh. looks like i'll have to delete a few more numbers. self control was never my strong point but i'm getting better because i'm caring less. some people call that a slow decent into seclusion. back to the point as i avoid all real attempts at writing. yeay it's friday! yeay it's saturday! yeay it's wednesday! i'm wasted, where's my phone. it doesn't matter who you are. you are not safe. curry had chips and 8 alcoholic beverages to eat today, she swears it was on the food pyramid in 1922. remember brendid? holly does, i don't but apparently i talked to him for 20 minutes at 3am and his name is brandon. remember that text i sent you or that facebook chat we had, good cause i don't. what gives me the right to do this? i have an angel and a devil in each ear and if my angel wasn't so busy doing meth maybe my devil who apparently only gets high on evil wouldn't have so many chances to hypnotize me with his lies! i guess i just need to find a hobby, like fist fighting. ok, whatever.
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