I miss my friends. man, I knew I would but I didn’t think this much. I miss sitting around and getting high, our conversations and long nights. I can’t stand people sober, I like being high and I miss it. 

I just need to dive into the business of graphic design asap. I’m tired of sitting back. 

I’m going to bed with this stupid smile on my face, it’s not because I got laid and not because I’m  high. I’m trying to hate people, but then there are those people that walk into your life who you can’t help but smile about. 

no, stop.

I don’t really know what to do with myself at this hour. 

Since I  know you guys may read this eventually, I’m so very thankful for every friend I have made since moving to San Antonio. Tonight is my last night officially living here for awhile, and with the way things look that may be prolonged. I am so very grateful for those of you who have mad it thus far with me. I especially want to thank my friends who  made this last week here one of the best. I love each and every one of you, I feel like this place is my second home and that’s the best feeling. Moving back home to sort out my finances sounds like it will be stressful and I’m sure at times I will want to give up, but I am going to try and stick this out and maybe I’ll be back soon. 

turning off my phone because I’m tired of my friends.

while trying to find the green lighter I found the tiger lighter. 

in a house full of stoners why is it so hard to find a lighter

it never fails, I always take off all my clothes before realizing I don’t have a towel before I get into the shower. then I have to get dressed to walk back to my room and grab one. 

patting myself on the back and having sweet hangs with good friends after all of this shit. Tomorrow, I pack up the rest of the room, go get my tattoo finished and have a great weekend before I have to move back home.

I am alive and I am almost stress free and life is good. 

not happy, sorta down about it right now.

all my friends are also too busy or MIA