So I went to buy cigarettes at the gas station by my house earlier, and when I handed the guy the money he said “Holy shit! It looks like you stuck your arms in a wood chipper!” Then he had the other cashier come look. I stood there for about three minutes while they discussed how weird and gross and crazy it was.
Lots of fun

Apparently I got shitfaced and did nothing but talk about Otep.

Long day.
It’s really hot.
I’m real tired. Proud owner of a brand new high school diploma and shit.
Long day of partying some more with my best friends tomorrow.
I got a tan sitting in the sun today. This is bad because I take pride in how pale I am.
Time to smoke, cuddle my baby Wally, and go to sleep. 

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I would like to thank my asshole father for dying two months after my 18th birthday. Now I don’t qualify for social security, nor will I ever get the child support he owes me.
He did nothing but make my life wonderful. Thanks, dad. 

Born Villain is hereeeee!

I’m off to prove to the school district that I deserve my diploma.

I bet you $10 that I develop some sort of speech impediment and vomit on myself before I even get out of the car.

Tomorrow is my last day of school ever and I still have no motivation to go.

Shouldn’t have went to my dad’s memorial service.

Now I wish I was dead.

Words cannot express how tired I am of uneducated people lecturing me about how I’m an addict and will get lung cancer because I smoke weed.

Ugh. I’m so nervous.

Friday is my last day of school forever.

But I have this stupid mock interview I have to do in front of the counselors and the principle on the 20th before I do the final one in front of the school district on the 30th, and the combined stress of both is making me break out.

I never break out.
This is chaos. 

My life overstimulates me.