bitch i might be

i’m so high i;m scared it made me manic depressive idk what kind of weed this was but its fucking crazy like

i was luahging sooooo hard and then i;d be sad and not like i’m thinking a sad thought, like in my mind, my brain held out a toy for me and then i would go to get ut and my brain would pull it back. it was mean and awful.

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idk mannnnnn it’s scary and omg its only 1am. i also feel like i’vetalked about all this a lot. and people hate me. uh one meninte they love methen next they hate me, why does life work this way.

also, as i told audrey in the car on the way home, life is a math problem and humans are fucking stupid. WHY DO YOU DO THE SAME THINGS OVER AND OVER IF YOU DON’T LIKE THEM AFTERWARDS. You want a different output, change something about the fucking formula!!!! It’s that simple! BUt then life is complicated and sucks because its math and thats how math. Becaue math=life.