I don't know how i've even managed to survive. If i wake up one more night with an anxiety attack, I don't think i will. I hate drugs, I pity users. I hate what they've done to everyone i know, I hate how i've become a joke to people i've known for years. fuck you.

where did consuela and bellavendetta go?!?! I miss them

cunts.

I need to get a tattoo. I want a little geisha/oldschool style spider-girl, with a bunch of little stars around her...I think it would be cute... Look.I'm trying to put together some ideas from this site...

alright...i'm going http://www.coachella.com/main.html now, the question is...who wants to let a friend and i stay with them for that weekend...it will be fun xxo.

in a month and a half... i will turn into a fish. i stole a valentine off the wall of a party i was at...it was a big pink heart that said "Touch My Vagina"...hehe. night.xxo.

Today was fun. I developed and printed lots of pictures and they all came out very, very nice...my hands feel like they are going to fall off because they've literally been soaking in developer and fixer all day but...heh. I got to model for Amy (my very cute, Texan co-worker), who proceeded to tell me in the dark-room to "lick her junk"...seriously, i love that girl

alright...so what do you do when someone who you've invested 4 years into, trying to help them financially, emotionally and every other fucking way imaginable, refuses to help themselves!?a situation in which you are the persons only comfort, but only because everything in their life is miserable?where you are so consumed by their issues that you forget to live your life?? seriously, i'm only 20 i don't need this shit. someone needs to take me on a date.

Hey everyone...I need friends in far away places...so i can get the fuck out of here.