can talk my way out of anything

i've hit my self-destruct button, and there's no turning back. 2 cigarettes and 2 fast food meals today, and i'm probably going to pop a ritalin tomorrow.

i also burned myself with a match the other night, and a lighter tonight, and i loved every second of it.

smoked my first 2 cigarettes tonight, and i have to buy a pack of decent ones tomorrow, i hate my mother's, they just suck. it actually relaxes me, and the funny thing is, i don't cough when i smoke, just when i breathe in some of it by accident. "i'm burning and i'm blacking my lungs, boy girl you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue.

i'm a fucking idiot, i failed an exam because i went off on a tangent instead of answering the goddamned essay. 48 on it, i'm so dumb.