And for some reason, when that bitch needs me one day, I’ll be right here to help her. And I’ll never know why but I’d do anything for her.
So yesterday I took too many pain killers and then snorted some on top of that, let’s just say I didn’t know it was possible to throw up out your nose and your mouth at the same time.. That was a new experience.. Or maybe it was the Jack Daniels.
So I get to school with my practice pad for the snare sectional today and realize that theres still powder all over it from the opanas. Wonderful
So let’s face it. 8th grade I was depressed and hated pretty much everyone and everything. Self harm was part of my life then. 9th grade I was probably the happiest. I was no longer depressed. I cut my black “emo” hair and started wearing more colors. 10th grade, well, let’s say 9th grade was the peak. I’m slowly starting to slip back into my 8th grade self.

