What else is there to do? It's so incredibly lovely out, and it's not as if anyone is gonna gonna drop by, though, on nights like this, I wish somebody would. I really don't want to be alone right now. Another one of these nights. Well, this time.... I'll make sure.. THAT THERE AREN'T ANY MORE! EVER! No more dreaming for real friends! No more stars for me to be alone under! NO MORE!! I'm blowing through that lid!! I'm going OVER the stars. Something's gone wrong with me. I know that. This place has made me sick, somehow. All I smell is the shit in this diseased reality. All I can see is things full of rot and riddled with stingers. Time for something new! Over the stars.

Fuck.

wow, another night, another disappointment. Big fucken deal. I should be shot.

Fuck life. Fuck friendships ending. Fuck grrls. Fuck pain. Fuck misery. Fuck betrayal. Fuck being sober. Fuck fighting. Fuck everything. I'm tired of life, and all of it's jokes. TSOL rules. Fuck you.