Here comes September

Is it me? Or is everyone around me just a fucking moron?

Sometimes I wonder if I truly was born on another planet with a realm of different issues that keep me awake at night.

Since my last entry, I have successfully managed to alienate myself from friends and family.

Offend and push away the guy I said I’d love forever and regardless (felt kinda good though. fucks to be you, married to a woman you don’t love and fathering her baby. snap.)

Quit, and begin smoking. Twice.

And..

Well, that would be it.

I never said I did what I did well. Just that I did it. And it kinda sucks and yet rocks the panties off a nympho-emo all at the same time. So easy, so dispassionate, and so unavoidably fucking passé.

Here comes September.