anon.

Entries.
2003-11-01 18:36:44 (UTC)

rmmbrng.

i am remembering back to my old journal entries. look at
what time of year they are. winter. when i get fucking
depressed. it always happens. and now its happening again.
the drinking so much beer that i puke out the door of her
car, yet i feel nothing. not even a buzz. i slur and
stumble but feel like i could drive far far away. the
emptiness in me, the andrew b personality striking. at
mulherns i had him punch me in the face. and as much as it
fucking hurt, it felt so fucking good. its ridiculously
sad when the only thing that feels good in a night of
drinking with your friends is one of your best friends
hitting you in the face.i think i need to go call my
psychiatrist.




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