tuesday night after i got off work the bus drove right past me so i had to run so fast.
i finally got downtown for the hands of death ???? show. it was going okay. adam and mark dawson came which was sort of nice. things got real dramatic real fast.
i ran to a field and found this really pretty looking tree. roxy had stolen my pen so i couldn't write a note. i wrote "now i lay me down to sleep" in the snow. i fell asleep under the tree. i guess i was hoping to die from exposure.
i woke up shivering and called jonny. at the exact same time some woman found me. she kept offering me cigarettes and i couldn't handle it.
i walked home. more drama. i felt awful. i still feel awful.
i wasn't even going to school. i am really glad that i did. hanging out with marie made me feel a lot better. i skipped philosophy and french so that i could go to ryan barbour's music class to watch a documentary on punk and have lunch with marie. so, i pretty much have a punk as fuck existence.
steve and i went to stavanger drive and i stole some pens, nibs and a holder from staples and michael's. i am getting bad. first a shirt from old navy, now this.
i went to work and it wasn't even really that bad. after my shift on saturday (12-5) i will have made roughly $133.
my dad picked me up and it was sort of nice. he talked about a job he had in a furniture store. when i got home my package was here. i'm so stoked to read all of that. my uncle also gave me $5. i am selling two swords shirts to chad feehan tonight too and going dancing at a kremlin show.
i also think that i'm getting prettier again.
despite everything, life is picking up?
xxx,
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