crabwalk

shitz so fuckd. skewls almost over. i got good grades. 2 a'z and 1 b, i think. fml at home. i wish my doc would put me back on ambien cause i cant sleep. it's summer now, so he is going to try to get me off benzos. fml with doctors. imma gettin really good a skateboarding. i have a crush on a boy, but it is impossible that he has a crush on me back. i have faux crushes on millions of girls, but i don't know them so thats really creepy. im a perv because i would totally fuk an 18 year old and the general public (bookcase, my lil' sister, and my mom) all say thats gross. im already pretty tan which is kewl. if i don't get this spa job i will enter a deep state of depression that will lead to me not leaving the bed, taking copious amounts of benzos (that i have stockpiled), reading kerouac nonstop, giving up on life, dropping out of college again, not practicing my shredding, and losing my fabulous tan. i hate being a cancer. i get too fucking over-anaytical about things. like this job. and my crush. who i am not fucking really stressing out about, except i want to fuck him somemore and maybe get some validation on my feelings. I wish Saltshaker would call me sometimes and talk me thru my astrological meltdowns, because she is a cancer and knows all about it. astrology is fucking stoopid, i don't know what i am talking about. the last person i saw that was my age had gone to a nickleback concert the night before. where am i going to skewl next semester? fml.