im actually starting to allow having friends. Such a small amount of people actually like me, i have three friends at school, not that im upset about that, because i'm hardly a fan of them either? Still fucks me off though, because none of them have any reason to hate me, just the fact that i do drugs and smoke and drink and have a life outside of my fucking school, and i'd rather have that than their fucked up little circle that revolves around being sober.
Like the few friends i have, i'm perfectly happy with? And i'm seeing someone, but i'm so fucked up that i know he's going to start pissing me off soon, as much as i dont want him to. yeah, bipolar's a bitch. And i've got a fucking psychiatrist appointment on the tenth, i can't fucking wait for that...
just can't be arsed anymore, i'm gonna buy a load of drone, shot it off and get money, so i can buy more drugs. yeh, thatll be good. maybe i'll just buy a gun and be a scary dealer, cause apparently crack dealers are getting pissed off about the amount of money they're losing to drone.
so, yeh, seen.
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