i like to pretend im someone else
cant sleep. very tired, but cant sleep. i know i know, if you cant sleep youre not tired enough. i doubled the dosage on my sleeping pills and STILL couldnt sleep. rashaads in new york until friday. im tempted to toss all his shit out and change the locks. ive got enough headaches of my own making without him trying to get us evicted. see, i remember when i was his age i lost my job and my girlfriend and i drank a bottle of rum every night for two months. it was a phase, part of the healing process. i believe hes trying to make a career out of it. which i guess would be ok for someone with unlimited income. rashaad on the otherhand is living off of his moms gas card. i went in is room yesterday to look for a dvd. i found porn. oh, and dirty dishes. which is.. always fun. because when you really think about it, isnt that what life is all about?
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