Amphetamine Diaries

I'm all full of love, and I want to sing to you all night.
This all needs to be louder, and I need to keep smoking.
I need more of these, stat. Someone wanna be my doctor?
I'm crazy, and ridiculous, and in love.
And I'm happy.
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return...
My head is full of music, and I just can't get enough. I guess that's the story of my life.
After all this time, to believe in Jesus, after all these drugs, I thought I was him. And after all my lyin & cryin' and a sufferin', I ain't good enough, I ain't clean enough to be him.
I need to get a new copy of Westway to the World. Back in the day, if there was ANYTHING that could cheer me up when I was horribly unhappy and sober, it was that.
I'll be okay though. I've got mah frans, and a boy I love. I'll be alright.






I loled.

The donut is wise as the day is long

"When you get married, you get creepy, cause this is what happens when you get married"
"LOLWUT"
"At least the dudes. They're all married and shit and they;re supposed to be happy but they hit on you, it's fucked up"
"........."

Grass.

I've decided, I think, that I like marijuana moar than I like pills.
This is is a major discovery.
Double shows this weekend, starting today.

Mad drama, mad drugs.
I am a happy little flower, ftw.

And we finally can has tarror tiem!
What could be better.
I could tell you, but why bother?
Anyway, come this summer I get what I want.
Aye.

the sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it

I am.
sick.
of waiting.
I just need validation
that he loves me as much as I love him.
I think I've lost my faith.
OH WELL! THERE'S ALWAYS DRUGS.
Lawlzlawlzlawlz.
I wish I were in the laundromat with Nay Nay and a few bottals of dex or wine and a carton of cigarettes.
That's all I need right now.
Everything else is just too much hassle.

over and over and over

kaivata te tähän. kaivata te kas noin. Te aari ainoa ainoa joka kanisteri paitsi we polveutua nyt kuluva. Kaivata te jotta kuunnella , koska te aari ainoa ainoa joka ymmärtää.

Aye.

I can't remember the last time I actually felt sad
besides now.


Here's how you play:

Once you've been tagged you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random facts, habits or goals about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, list their names and why you tagged them.

1. I don't know where I stand on this whole "love" thing

2. My love of the Beatles gets moar with the moar I smoke ganja.

3. I miss someone I shouldn't miss. Said twat has been in my dreams lately, and I don't think it's a good sign.

4. My last tattoo was an RX symbol LOLZ

5. I'm happier when the weather starts to warm up

6. I am severely introverted

7. That being said, I don't know what loneliness is

8. I have a terrible temper that no one's seen in true form in years. But if I'm angry with you I'll snipe at you.

9. I hate wholesome people.

10. I RLY WNT TO FIND A CREEP TO BUY ME SHOOOZ

I've been listening to the Beatles too much

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right.
That is I think it's not too bad.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Always no sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean "Yes," but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.


I want to crawl up inside this song and sleep
and hallucinate.


NOTHING IS REAL!

I R NOT DED GUISE

Just so you all know.
I ain't dead yet, motherfucker.
Ugh.
I've got mad tolerance to dex nao.
It's really depressing.
Time to find a new drug I guess.
I'm grounded foarevar.
This summer should be good though.
Ahem.
WHOS DOWN FOR TEA PARTIES AND DRUNKEN OJIBWAY ISLAND PIXNIX YES?
also
someone bring me some rum, so I can make tiramisu.

xoxo
Marla