I won't even know where to begin. Rebellion takes the stakes this weekend. Well that and vodka. Close call. Asshole-ism.. alcoholism.. Same difference. Suddenly I found myself backtracking to way back when when I was even more head-strong than I am now. At least I didn't leave. Hurhur. I am an asshole.. but I didn't start it!): Okay fine I did. I'm terrible. And clearly allergic to large doses of vodka. Heehee. Sorry baby love you foreverzz. Hahaha. Saturday night was like tables turned and let's just say I prefer being out. Heehee. Clearly I have decided not to take anything this weekend too seriously. The only thing that saddens me is the grave difference in all of us and the distance we have carved for ourselves between ourselves. But I suppose it comes with time and space and I'll keep whatever I still have left. Oh and apparently I now have a signal phrase for when I'm high. Hawhaw.
Just to add some color I suppose. My mind seems to be lost in an empty space of detachedness, where nothing seems to be of importance or contain substance. Still. Money has stopped flowing and it actually makes me feel like I'm watching my life go down the drain along with the last swirls of water getting sucked dangerously down the pipes. That makes me really pathetic actually but gone are the days where I've even bothered placing importance on anything that doesn't have material value. This is my 400th post by the way. This is life; a bleak outlook blocked by four white walls. Ouch. If only I weren't so easily distracted and blinded by shiny grays and luxurious materials, I'd have at least started on my damn fucking school work. Some days I'm just stuck in a rut of repetitive notions and carbon copies of hours on end, all in my head. I suppose it'll be worth the wait as I repeat once again; good times will roll for us all.