Just tryin to live

All I'm trying to do is live. I'm drunk.

All Im trying to do is live. I want to talk to girls, and I did it a little bit, but not enough. Maybe its baby steps. Maybe its pussy steps. One of my friends was there, he's got it easy, two sexy girls approached him while he was just sittin there. That's annoying, I feel like I would play that to the end.

I'm pretty pathetic sometimes.

I was lookin good too. The girls liked the new do, and everyone always likes my style. I lost my sweater. I liked that sweater alot too. I think someone stole it, I'll have to check in with lex about that one. I text the girl that I hate, I hate and love her, shes such a bitch! Ahhhh god, even lex said she was a bitch tonight, and that she was different and shit, and still when I'm drunk I want her more then ever, why?!!!! is it because I can't have her?

Its annoying. Its life.

I made the previous blog, I made it with no written entry. I made all of those pictures/ designs, I just started kind of making drawings on my computer and making cool pictures out of them, I thought that they looked really cool. Life.

Im gonna pass out. late