FRIDAY


Yay. Finally. Its friday. Ive been waiting all damn week for friday.
No meth this weekend..Well that was the plan, but that didnt last long, had my first puff about thirty minutes ago and im feeling great and ready for the weekend. Im waiting for my bro to get back with a bicky and tabs. The plan is to get fucked up. Should be mint.

I havent been so good at updating regularly. My weight has been all over the show aswell, falling between 105lbs - 112lbs. Im not happy. I want a steady 100lbs atleast. ADVICE??



"welcome to the good life"

HANGING IN THERE

What a night. Holy shit.
I told my boy about the way ive been feeling. About the fact that i just want to die. He was really upset, he cried, and cried. He told me loved me more then anything else in this  world, that im perfect and he never wants to loose me. I said if you loved me so much would you help me. He said yes, I asked him to help me end my life. He just cried. I felt like an idiot.


Today hasnt exactly been the best day. I didnt go to course, I made my boy cry again, and im considering looking for the guns that are hidden in this house somewhere so i can blow my head off my shoulders.
It feels good to think about dying. It feels good to want to die. It feels good to imagine my life over.




"i never meant to hurt you "

SHES LOVELY


Its been awhile now.
Ive been gone. Busy. Getting my life together.

"Look around you little girl..
They dont want you for your smile"