I hit another wall and the aftermath ain't gonna be so easy this time. Who else is to blame but myself to fall in a rut such as this. A complete mess that needs a pick-me-upper, but nothing will ever satisfy. The pain has finally found its way around to a perfectly good fuck-up. Nothing, none. No one. Just nothing will ever to take it away.
And as bad as a druggie/alchie relapses, I have relapsed into my own bad habits. I swear my hands and my imagination have got a mind of their own.
*sings Do we really gotta cry, really gotta lie . . .
Mij decided to be a genius once again and held another one at her humble home while the rest of her fam was off-island to celebrate the ending of the Summer and the beginning of hell (fall sem). Heh.
People together again and I'm gonna miss teh long hour hang-outs.
Had a blast. 
