a whole night out in the boondocks w just chip, new facial wash, and a bundle of wet tissue for company. dying batteries, dying soul, dying everything.

it's exhaustion to the point where i almost want to seriously just drop dead in the bathroom, just so i can get some sleep and rest.

my balaclava event went so well, how did the rest of my day turn out to be this fucked up?

i fucking abhor this crap. i wanna grow up, i wanna move out, i wanna have my own life. i'm sick. and i'm tired.