WUrgh. This drug. I spent days seeing shit on the walls, kinda promised myself I wouldn't do it anytime soon. Now my best friend just called me and is like "Lets do it tomorow, I'm with ........." a bunch of people I like.
Stay at home and study (lol), or go out and have a fun night. Oh, decisions decisions. I want to say "no! Gotta study", but I know I'm gonna go, and get wrecked, fuck up on Saturday, buzz on Sunday, panic on Monday. Exam on Tuesday. Cry on Thursday. Exam on Friday. I am FREE.
There's a voice saying "don't do it don't do it!" But I'm just telling it to stfu. Friday night I'm getting fuckfaced. Again. Come on... it's not like I can do it over the summer! Everyone's away in the summer. I shall be alone. Must. Embrace. Time. Left. With. Friends. I love them very much. <3
FUCK, maybe I should postpone a week. Why does this stuff always crop up when I can't do it?
The World is against me, but I love it. I never used to be this reckless. I used to be good... I used to study! No one would recognise me from Secondary school, and I don't just mean physically.
I had long blonde hair. Now I have short black hair. I used to never wear make-up. Now I wear more than ever. I used to be chubby. Now... meh I hold it better. I used to be a Double D... now I'm a F/G.
Why the fuck am I talking about my boobs? This thread is about drugs! Damnit. Must. Keep. On. Task.
I'ma go now... gonna go read up on the Egyptian Socialist party/Nasser. My life is fucking rock'n'roll.
Btw, I'll sex you if you can answer my title.
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