the sky looks like it is totally going to shit some rain.
tomorrow i will probably bleed to death when and if my tooth is pulled out i am scared. if i was found in a dumpster with a bloody mouth and bloody pants would whoever found me laugh? like haha nice luck, lady.
ungh.
we are going to meet samir and sharpie for food and drinks cos it is my night off of babysitting dad and tomorrow i will be too high and in pain to eat/drink and i’m staying at my dad’s which has yet to have internet.
my mom will be at therapy immediately after my dentist appointment so i can cruise the hospital all high or the mall and scare people, or say hi to my old shrink and make him think i have made zero progress whatsoever in the loneytunes department.
i really hope i don’t have an anxiety attack tomorrow, they will put me out right and then give me a handful of pills?
GROWING UP IS SCARY!
