i feel like i havn’t slept in a year. internal organs ache and i sit and try to convince myself that food sounds good.

stab stab stab, kill, kill, kill. whiskey whiskey whiskey

wooohooo! crackhore.com

having internet access kicks ass at least thats what i remember. i wake up at 6am….can’t go back to sleep once i wake up since every waking second of the day is spent working and consuming alcohol/drugs to make myself sleep again that night. it’s okay since it’s 6am, i’ll have a jump on the…

god this site sucks so bad, no updates, no pictures, no content, just orange, green and shit

im really really tired, can’t talk let alone type, going to sleep, i just want to mark this moment of esteem. nathan could have said he was going to bed or he was busy studing. instead he gave me a ride home, saving me from a inevitable walk thru the ghetto. i

hmmm this is a pretty cool site moderndrunkdardmagazine.com

hungover.

So last week i was hanging out with valerie’s friends, enjoying a quiet evening at the apartment. We’re all sitting around, watching tv, having a few drinks and light discussion. I casually mention how i have about 30 minutes after each meal before the shaking comes on. They laugh to themselves and then say “wait…

not leaving apartment, scared of drunk people.