its only been out one month since the last time i hated myself, but that time wasnt nearly as bad as today, the past three days.
im still here in my tucson hell, unable to escape to my prescott paradise. and the only reason i feel confident writing this in the living room where all these people that are supposed to be my friend currently reside, is, they care about me, just a tiny bit more than i care about this blog.
this is all stupid, i realize, however. and you, if anyone does in fact read this, shouldnt worry.
this is not a real hell. i just have better things to do. i just regret coming down here at all.
timing sucks, and not having weed sucks a whole lot worse than this blog. so what do i do?
Stop complaining bitch! you are just beating yourself up, theres nowhere else to be but here, with these people you havent seen in a camels age.
this friend that drove me down here, more like kidnapped
his girl, my other friend, shes cool, filled with lies, and love, but she works all the time,
my ex g friends mother, diagnosed manic depressive- yeah shes real high, high pitched and high strung, never ending conversations about her new compound here, and...and....and....and....and...
and my ex g friend herself...... the closer to her i am, the closer i am to hurting my self.
and her new b friend- the one that stole my first love, then intruded on my ex and i , then stole my ex, then got me arrested, then...then...then....then.....
and then theres this hitchiker staying here.... he's awesome, were getting along great.
