I think I have to finish off the bottle tonight- this bottle contains 64 oz… but at least it’s the light kind, and I have 2 and a half hours to go before leaving this joint. I am not talking about alcohol.
I went home last week. I hate going there. It’s comforting to be in the house I grew up in, see my family, see my baby kitty snooglebearrr.. but it’s suffocating. I would never go back. “I have a life now, and a family…” hehehe.
Got yelled at by another dude yesterday, because I wouldn’t talk to him on my walk home. Fuckers fuckin fuck!!! What da hellllll do they expect? Am I fucking stupid? I need mass weaponry, or something, because I’ve never felt so unsafe walking by myself before. I’m tough and all, but I’m not retarded, ya dig?