It's Mexico's Fault...
Shit dawg. I don't know what to say.
I could talk like this was a paper diary from days of old. ...full of whining and pathetic teen problems ( "i hate myself" "boys don't like me" "i'm fat" "why is my dad a junkie?" "why do I always use the phone when drunk?" "i have a crush on someone totally unrealistic"...etc) but I'll just say I'm melancholy okay?
So yeah, I'm really melancholy and pissed off. But more pissed off at myself than anyone else. And I'm worried. Oh whatever. I don't even want to be talking about it.
I don't think I'll go to Mod Club tonight because I can never talk to people there anyway and I end up having to wait on line to get in and spend money and feel like a retard. Beth and I might just show up at New Ho King. Nothing like waking up at 2am to get downtown and have "dinner" at 3:30.
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