I lied. Lie lying liar. Lying lies/lying eyes/fat thighs/no fries/hateHATEhate.
I don't know where I am. I am in a freakin' bubble. I hate this life so much right now, rage is ravenous in me, my heart is aching, like I can actually feel pain real pain in my heart. Poor, beating, blood-thirsty zombie of a heart. Die.
Or don't. I could try facing life. I could try being fucking proactive for once. Oh wait, that's right, when I have no marijuana I am proactive about obtaining some, what an ambitious winner I am, what a jolly holiday. What a world. What a life. What the fuck.
This person. Me. . . <-- who?? no! never!
This person is a big, fat, faker.
I don't even know who I like. Half of me thinks that I am using T. to fill some sort of void. God, I hope I am not doing that..how could I not know? I should know what is going on inside of me...I should know what to fucking do.
Problem/scary thing? I smoke up and forget.
I hate myself right now, outside and inside. I wish for nothing. I deserve nothing.