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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@darlingbuddah
lmao
A more hardcore version of my mother.
Maybe a millennial version of my mother. But right now, I am blaring female jazzy feelings music, on my 3rd cup of long island ice tea. It’s ten till nine in the morning. I have cats, my mother would have never had cats, she wasn’t really the animal type of woman. Maybe being deprived from animals in the household has made me become a fur baby mama. I’m a lot of things my mother wasn’t but when I think of it, I am all the things she was, just becoming of my generation. My generation goes hard. And that’s me. I’m a little depressed today, I don’t really have a reason to be, but the music really translates my feelings into words and it makes me feel a little better. I don’t know why I started drinking so early. This was behavior typical of 19 year old me. The me that should have been in class but was drinking and driving all over town instead, the me that should have been more worried about her dying mother than her nine year senior boyfriend.
The more I drink, the less the words make sense. Kind of like, I don’t really understand language but I know the words flow so it just seems right. Rereading makes the words look misspelled, like I’m just stupid. I’m constantly questioning myself, questioning everything. Why?
My last blog revolved around my drug intake and my thoughts while under the influence. This post is the same thing, except I’m only drinking. I don’t even like drinking. But my mother did. That was her vice. She hardly even smoked cigarettes. I smoke like a train.
I’ve been weirdly sick the past few days. Everything I consume gives me heartburn. And I’ve been shitting a lot more often than usual. My mother was a hypochondriac, and I used to make fun of her all the time. Somehow I have become her, I always think I’m sick. I make myself sick. I hate it. I’m always worrying. I’m always upset. Over something. I think I just want to die. Maybe I have cancer. I think the more you think you have cancer, the more your cells grow rapidly and create cancer. I don’t know. I’m buzzed.
Ugh.
I’ve almost gone through two ounces in one week :(
Time for a break.
JUST DO IT .
Just weed though.
The Thousand Hands of the Bodhisattva, Performed by the Beijing Dance Company
Simply Stunning
Hardy har har.
Laugh more.
Firm believer.
Me, right now.
very true
this is actually all we do throughout the day
i’m done with ur shit that’s what i am