I fucking love drugs and alcohol.
I’m probably going to go home, lock my room take two Molly’s, smoke a gram of pot, and drink a bottle of wine. Ill pull out my easel, blast some trippy trance music and start painting. Honestly I’m just going to disconnect completely from this fucking world for a couple of hours. I’m just fucking exhausted from 21 years of existing in a cycle of happiness and suffering. If it wasn’t for drugs and alcohol I’d be dead by my own hand. As a coward, this escape is easier than ending my fucking life. As a vain piece of shit, this escape is prettier than scaring my body physically.