So… that last post…

Us exactly the reason why i dobt keep a diary. Fuck. I cant remember breakfast in a good day. I’m high, not on my meds (gonna be fixing that one), and pretty…. not happy.  Nor can i remember what it was that was so fucking awesome that i needed to blog about it. My memory hadn’t been great ever so i can’t imagine trying to write while high is going to be easier than writing drunk. 

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