I’m cooped up today, so I’m watching motherfucking Toddler’s and Tiaras. I feel like I’ve made this post before. I wish I was playing sims, but I left that at my brothers. So I’m here stoned, feeling like I’m on my fucking lame loser status.
But, as bad as that sounds, I’m not bitching. Motherfuckers can hate, talk shit, but I don’t need any help, I’m doing what I chose to do. I chose this life, this life didn’t choose me, everyone needs to stop making excuses, if you gotta blame anyone, this girl is the one.
Get over it already, I’ve been done over it. And I’m just saying.
Just a girl who likes to have her cake and eat it, too.
But, fuck, I really need to stop mixing uppers and downers, at least with less frequency.
You don’t even know.
But then again, I don’t even know.
In the end, it’s just all very humorous. I’m sober right now, well under the influence of miss maryjane, but that’s the norm, so I’m in my right mind. I’m picking up the pieces still. There was a lot of damage the last couple of weeks. On the brighter side, I have begun a walking regimen, by necessity since I get stir-crazy and I have no more transportation. I can’t remember why me and Andy had multiple insane fights, I tried to piece that all together but I still don’t know, so I’m leaving it at that.
I’m just glad we’re okay. And that’s all I want to say.