I RELAPSED LAST NIGHT. I SMOKED A BUNCH OF CRACK AND BANGED SOME ROXYS AND I HAVE AIDS.

April fools…

Hahha that was kind of lame, who April fools themselves?

I feel like shit. I’m getting sick. I didn’t go to school, I’ve been drinking Tylenol and some natural honey stuff my mom has.

April 3rd, 2009

Last night, I found out Dennis OD’d and ended up in the hospital.

It just sucks. Watching my friends OD and fuck their lives up.

Spring break started. I still have a terrible core. I should have been working on my ABS more. 

I spoke at another meeting and did good. Every other word was fuck, but I still did good.

Do I get with “not-so-classy girls” because I think those are the only girls I can get?

I dunno. I want a girlfriend though. I just want someone to watch movies with, to make laugh, to be with. The girls my age I don’t really take seriously, and the ones I do like I feel I’m not good enough for.

“Give me a project bitch,
one that don’t give a fuck!”
—Master P.

Abigail has been texting me and she wants to hang out tomorrow. I really don’t want to get into the habit of fucking her again. I want to fuck a girl I really like and respect. I don’t think that’s ever happened — well not both of those at the same time. Maybe I like them but don’t respect them or vice versa. I just think girls are so gay and annoying. I might seem respectful, but in my head I’m thinking about how their face would look better with a 14-inch machete in it or how ugly their outfit is. I’m weird, right?

I don’t think I’m taking the ACTs. I’m just gonna go to community college. I feel like a loser going to community college while all these kids are living up the college life, but then again, fuck the “college life.” I think I need to stay down here where I’m connected anyway. It’ll be better for my recovery. To be honest, I’m scared to move away. I just feel different all the time.

“Hey Bryan, what did you do over spring break?”
“I spoke at a meeting. It was cool.”