Tuesday, March 23, 2010
if i'm not cutting, i'm drinking, if i'm not drinking, i'm smoking weed, if i'm not smoking weed, i'm popping pills, if i'm not popping pills, i'm having sex, if i'm not having sex, i'm starving myself, if i'm not starving myself, i'm just getting down on myself and really, i don't think i can survive without a vice. i'm self-destructive in and of itself.
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1 comment:
you should do something completly unexpected. like randomly take a walk in the city and find some weird store or random yoga place and get involved. maybe redecorate your room. seems like you got a pretty gnarly cycle going on there maybe it'll be good to surrise yourself a bit.
i feel like a crusty fucktard by giving that lame advice but i think it's worth a try.
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