This Whole Week Has Sucked For Me, I've Realized I Don't Have Many People I Can Rely On To Chill With Me, And That Staten Island Is Starting To Seem More Far Than It Actually Is. Yesterday At Around 7i
sh PM I Took The Last Tynol
PMs That I Found In My Stash Box. I Vowed Never To Take Them Again Being That While In Pennsylvania I Popped Them Like M&M's And Used Them For
Robo Trips. This Time I Just Needed Them To Sleep Because My Sleeping Habits Have Been Out Of
Whack Since I Moved Back Here. I Woke Up Feeling More Sluggish Than Ever.
I Was Suppose To Cut My Hair Today. Like Short. Really Short. Boy Short Maybe. But My Hairdresser Was Sick And Couldn't Make It So I Had To Re- Schedule For Next Saturday.
My Dad Even Took Me Out- Which Didn't Help Much.
I Went Shopping. Which Didn't Help At All.
At This Moment, I Feel Like A Failure.
I Need Change.