im going to drink some coke with vodka, read some more of lolita and some manga and go to bed.

I want to talk to you, i dont have anyone it seems. god i seem so alone. i feel like it despite the people around me

tomorrow is the last day of exile, unless something goes wrong.

My leg was burning in the movie theatre, i had jsut filled my brand new zippo, some fluid had gotten on teh side and when it was in my pocket that fluid on the outside seeped through my pocket and came in contact with the wounds on my leg that hadnt healed yet.

i spent too much money today, i thought it would make me happy.

i want that vodka.