everyone has their breaking point and tonight i had mine. i cant continue feeling like this. you have to excuse any typos cause ive taken amboien and the keys are jumping around and im seeing trails. anyway, i went and got fucked up enough to be numb but not enough to start a mob war on general hospital. i called a friend from hs to get me and told him we have two options. 1 was to call my parents to come get me. the other was to take a walk over to st vincents aand check into the psych ward. so, im at my parents house on long island waiting to drop in on the ole doc and ask her whats up. tonight was my fuck it night. my final destruction. possibly a new sober me, which i cant get my head around. i feel like the guy on elebrity fit club- you know, the singer of warrent, only im hot and do stuff that involves taking clothes off. ok, the fingers arent working. but ill keep you updated on my plastic meltdown. I AM SO FUCKING HIGH I CANT SEE STRAIGHT 
i should also mention the terrible noise of my eylashes touching one another. its likke the sound has been raised to a level that only we and dogs can hear.
i should also mention the terrible noise of my eylashes touching one another. its likke the sound has been raised to a level that only we and dogs can hear.
i'm glad youre at your parents.
this will get better.