I've been emailing my work almost all day and they said once I move out to California, I'll have the same job I have here set for me out there. Cool.

Things I'm able to draw in less than 3 minutes.

I'm so spoiled... I wish I could do things for myself. I will be able to. But for a really short time after I'm 18. I'm just ready to die in California...

Why do you try so hard to avoid me?
I hate you so much.

I'm trying so fucking hard to not do anything stupid to myself right now.
I've never been so drunk.
I've never been so hurt.
I've never been strong enough to stay ok.
I'm going to break really soon.

Fucking thank you Microsoft Word.
Your ability to fuck me over has made me fail my English class for this year.

I don't know if me burping is cute or pathetic now. Hahah.
Oh, well.
I'm definitely not going to work tonight.
FUUUUUUCCCK THAT.
Man.
Also, today's play was really great.
I can't wait for tomorrow night.
It's going to be fantastic.
And since I know a lot of people are going to watch me trying to not drink, I'll bring my own shit and get drunk off of rum.
In which I am right now.
Fuck.
I want to dance.
Or cuddle.
Fucking something.