welp. i've reached that point.
that solid breaking point that i never really thought i'd come to. i don't want to do a thing. i don't want to read or learn or write or drive or walk or run. i don't know what i'm going to do after school. really don't. as much as i hate to admit it.. i'm literally probably just going to go to my parents and chat with my brother and dad. mindlessly.
i've lost my mind and my soul.
i found out i have a 56 in psychology today and i can only think about my car and the substance inside. i can only think about how i woke up in bed this morning in just my tshirt. i can only think about how i have to fucking work tonight. im always working, and i told my managers that if it came to my grades falling, i'd have to get less hours. well. here i am. fallen grades and fallen energy and fallen .. everything.
like i do. not. care.
i really dont.
i didn't write two papers? i skipped so much class. i have a zero for a test grade. and. i have a science project due tomorrow. guess who hasn't done it?
boston better open my eyes.
the flight is going to open my eyes. '
i come home smelling like smoke literally every night. whether i'm in the action with them, or if i'm just sitting on the couch in her garage watching them fill their lungs with black venom.
gooooooooooooooooooooooooooood. i could vomit.
like all of my clothes are too big.
i wash them and try to get them to shrink and nothing happens. these jeans?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmafdlfl;jsafdkl;jd
i can't even formulate sentences.
can you feel this?
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