who fucking cares. everyone is a creep.

My new BC has really got me going real life crazy. I'm crying when i should be smoking weed or something.
Weed can be soo god damned beautiful sometimes. That, i really really really don't give a fuck effect. Its fucking rad. So many times i've thought, "Why am i stressing this sketchy ass shit? you don't beg, bitch!" I gross myself the hell out when i'm in that state of mind.

i wonder what things would be like if i was a piece of shit who could smoke all day long.
would i be the chillest? would i be homeless? would i really say things like chillest out loud?

byeeeeeeee

FUCKING WHAT.

I don't know what anyone is talking about. ever. so. i guess. shut the fuck up.
I really just want people to bring me pizza. cheesy as fuck. to my mouth area. and then kindly carry me over to Kailey's house where i can drink all the wine.
and hopefully ill lose my phone.
and maybe once when i tell a friend i haven't spoken to in a while about dumb break ups they won't be fucking creeps/adult babies and say weird shit like, "Maybe when you get over your ex ill flirt with you." WHO SAYS THAT? WERE YOU EVEN LISTENING? WHY ARE YOU SO AWKWARD. ALSO, YOU ARE GROSS AND HELL NO BR0. LITERALLY, A BR0000. GO LISTEN TO SOMETHING SHITTY THAT I HATE AND GET UP OFF ME. serious. i should screen shot some peoples real life retardation.
WOTEVR.
PIZZA.
WINE.
This week be over. nao sounds cool.

PS,
all the mizzez. i have them for you.