Barred out for the first time, and I honestly fucking love Xanax
I still believe very firmly that “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” should have NEVER been made into a movie.
High as a kite, sippin’ on some whiskey and coke and about to paint in my room with the windows open. Life is good sometimes.
Get hot. Get smart. Get rich.
I fucking love pot
I have to leave to take my calculus final in about 30-40 minutes and I am sitting at my roommate from last year’s apartment crying. I have been studying since 2pm yesterday and it is currently 7am. I have put so much effort into this class and studied so hard for every test…yet I fail every time. I’m hoping, I’m praying that it is different for the final and all of my hard work over the semester and over the past week will finally pay off. I feel like a failure. My grandpa and my mom are counting on me to make good grades and do well in school, and I try and I study but still come out below average. Why? I feel like I’ve failed everyone who loves me because I can’t make a stupid A in a math class. I have never been so stressed about school, or felt like something was so important in my life. Part of me just wants to up and quit and run away to travel the world, but the other part wants to fight to make the grades I know I can. I don’t know what to do anymore.
I can honestly say I don’t think there is one person who knows the true me, and I kinda love that. I have this persona in front of all of my friends, and it’s not bad but just a way I act when I’m in front of other people. But then as soon as I’m alone, in a car, at home or wherever I can put on my favorite music and just let loose. I can be exactly who I want to be without pressure from society or friends. I have this own little piece of myself, and it’s all just for me and no one.