Uh, my situation is far different to anything that it has ever been.
If I looked back just one month ago, I had different friends, a different outlook on life, a different boyfriend, different hair colour, and different plans.

It seems like now I am sick of reality; and while I'm under the influence of something I find an escape from such. Also, drawing flipnotes on DSi and playing nintendo serve as muses for my emotions or lack thereof.

I steal and I get fucked up and I lie and I don't care about anyone.
Kali is and will always be my best friend now. I feel like shit for ever, at any point, not being her best friend. I'm working on that.

"Jeff and me" no longer exists. Now it's become "Kelley and Jay."

I dyed my hair brown to try to get a job last month but now its black and red.