jumper

i am so ready for finals week to be over.

i feel like i have nothing left to give, in every sense of the word.

i can't write and that's becoming more and more apparent as this week progresses.

all i really need to do is talk to them, but they just do not care enough to even make an effort.

i just need it to end.

last night i snorted vicodin and i liked it. that scares me. but i am not going to stop. it makes me happy. and i need that right now.

either that, or validation.

the latter of which is really hard to come by nowdays.