September 26, 2009

she’s willingingly giving me drugs.

here’s what i need to do.

have a nice weekend.

i’m about to go apply for two jobs that i’m pretty sure i’ll get

becasue my mom knows the owner of one place,

and the other place needs an entire new staff.

and because i don’t have pink hair anymore.

i need to buy two high waisted skirts, and a pair of jeans and a pair of boots.

i need to go to new york city

i need to tell my therapist that i’ll take the anxiety pills she offered.

i need to sit down with adam and compare lists.

i need to hang out wit the people

i know will make my life better.

will having clothes and pills and a job really make me happy?

or just keep me busy enough and fake so i cant tell?

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