Stoned.
Mood: Calm, peaceful
Listening to: Livin La Vida Loca:)
I feel okay right now. Like maybe my life isn't over. Granted, this is after my third joint, some running, and a cigarette...But it's a step in the right direction. I can't say I understand why he did what he did, or why he wanted me afterwards...All I can think of is he didn't find what he thought he wanted in her. I guess he didn't find what he wanted in me either...Otherwise he wouldn't have been looking...
I remember someone saying something about pills shutting your system down in a matter of days rather than hours. It'd be just my luck if after I start the road towards getting better I die. But I saw Death last night...And I felt an angel with me, holding me down when I wanted to go away. So there has to be something I have to do before I die...Something that will help somebody important in some way. We all have our destinies, and mine is not to be killed at age seventeen broken over an douche-monkey that said the L word. Something has to happen...Something good.
