lmao just made a post and repeated myself without noticing. I swear I'm not that drunk
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lmao just made a post and repeated myself without noticing. I swear I'm not that drunk

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i wrote this shit in my journal when i was blackout drunk in the middle of the afternoon yesterday. i donāt remember writing it at all and it took me a solid half-hour to read a couple of the words cause my handwriting was so bad. i also lost a brand new pack of cigarettes. no idea what happened to them. and then i passed out for a while, was sick all night, and then literally did not sleep a wink! lovin life.
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itās totally normal to never be sober you donāt have to think about your life. thatās what it means to be an artist? right? to be constantly in pain? maybe iām just too used to pain so i donāt feel it anymore. itās totally normal to drink 200ml of tequila and sit around at the park and not think about anything. iām definitely not an alcoholic. ha ha ha. iām totally in control of my life and habits. i say to myself. god i wish someone would come along and realize what a mess i am - but if someone did, iād have to give up control, and i canāt do that. i canāt be sober, but i canāt let anyone help me. i canāt let anyone in. iād like to really hurt myself. i wish i could move on to another world where i am revered. i want to have power and i donāt want to be honest anymore. i just want people to be mystified and impressed. what is the point of me? unless i am beautiful? i could have a grand romance - if i tried - but i am so alien to these plebeians - i am too good for them - do not ever mistake that - i am too good for them - they can only wish to be close enough to me to really experience what itās like to be with me. i am a gift to those who wish to truly experience me - the pathetic, desperate creatures. no one wants anything to do with me. one day, could you be the savior? oh, how i wish i could be like them. god, everything feels like an artifice. i want to hurt. i want someone else to hurt me. i want to be free of my flesh. i want to be free of all these pretensions. oh god. i donāt even know how long iāve been here but it doesnāt matter. i will know what i meant later -
04-06-2015
āAnd when you ask me to be your girlfriend again I will say no. Iāll say no because I want you to fight for me. I slipped so seamlessly into love with you and, even after being so cautious, dreamt of our future that you were so eager to promise and so quick to rip away. I donāt want to be yourĀ āsometimesā I donāt want to be yourĀ āwhen I feel like itā. Thatās not how it works. Iām either going to be yourĀ āforeverā or yourĀ ānot at allā.ā
Maman! Maman!
It wasn't rum but it was like drinking fire!
Never done it bef
because we couldnt afford to
back on the farm but
I need to lie down.