are we there yet?

I got a job. thats kewl. it smells really nice there. so thats neat. I got good grades in skewl. thats a duh. Imma stressin out about next semester. lyke FUCKING STRESSING OUT. lyke snort little yellow lemon flavor pills every hour on the 12 spot stressed out. I tend to cry myself to sleep these days, and I can't decide if its: the stress, the overload of benzos up my nose, not enough benzos up my nose, or the fact that I'M LISTENING TO HALO BY BEYONCE ON REPEAT BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP. Imma gonna blame beyonce. all of my friends have girlfriends/boyfriends. fuck. my little sister has a boyfriend. normally this wouldn't bother me because I would be out there still gettin some pootang/dick, but I'm not. so it's all lyke WTF dudes, way to leave me drowning in my parents basement where my mom cries every three hours because she thinks my tattoos are opening up the doors for the demons of addiction to enter my body. news flash mom: YOU OPENED THE DOOR OF ADDICTION FOR ME. I am using alot of all caps. it's cause I am stressed and angry. lyke if those little yellow lemon flavored pills didn't go up my nose every hour on the 12 spot then seriously I would probably be in jail for brawling out on some stupid slut that looked at me the wrong way. which would probably be a friendly smile and head nod. speaking of jail, I go to court next week, hopefully I will have work off so I can stay an extra day in bhams and shotgun copious amount of miller high life with my shirt off on the front stoop of home. XOXO - pootalatte