Good morning, world. Today is Wednesday, and I want to go out. I had an ok sleep. Most nights, I pass out just after disconnecting from Shawshank. Sometimes, I might…
Note to self: If you do nothing but stay in the house and smoke weed for four days, your house is going to reek of weed when you finally smell fresh air.
There's a game on I won't watch, things I won't pack, and things I won't take. There's snow I hate shoveling, and I'm probably going to cry today, because I cry everyday and I'm just so fucking tired of it.