April 2012
God damn, so much weed on my dash right now.
Spent the night in the hospital. Can I just get a whole new heart and eat all the chocolate and drink all the coffee in the world, and not get stuck with needles and hooked up to machines? Thanks.
anxiety.
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“They yell at me because I can’t see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs. Nobody can make it stop.”
I just want my bones back. Please give them back.
I need summer, I need Chris, I need a cup of soup, I need a nap and a kiss. I’m going crazy.
Happy birthday to meeee
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And all the while I’ll know we’re fucked and not getting unfucked soon.