| Was just a dull happy birthday for leasly's father, Until the fridge opened and let out all the sicritz.
Yes, First time getting drunk, doing it to an extent, high potential shit.
i love solving it with alcohol, not my thing.
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| my dad thought it would be a good idea to tell me h had colon cancer?
It is not comical.
It is not tweak.
It is not fucking genius either.
Today was yet another fucking half and half 50 / 50 day, since i have to be in school part fucking half of the time, taking nothing but Cornell notes. Reading tons of unnecessary shit and having to deal with insubordinate teachers, I still manage to find school to be better than home, I feel the vibe as i get in the car once my dad lets me climb into his beloved five year warranty piece of shit.
He's unhappy, He's sad, My fucking day feels officially over, and guilt comes on me like a soft pretty blanket ready to eat my fucking spinal cord any minute.
To this point Ive never felt mad breakdown towards anything, Ive never found so many flaws in being a bad son, and I feel that if have to succeed i have to "step up the plate" which is something i wouldn't have to do if the world reduce its number from 6 billion to just 8 people.
why do we have to follow silly fantasy laws? Why do we have to use the system of money, everything in this world is intended to be free. and if there is a god out there, why are people iscarding tons and tons of food in the billions of restaurants, as others would just eat it straight and yummy out of the garbage can.
But then again, things happen for a reason, if good and bad are just chemical reactions in our bodies, then what is sad? an actual feeling.
The only salvation is spending time in this artificial world, the internet, the base of learning, the foundation for whatever you want to use.
and 96% free.
sincerely and secretly.
Christopher oliver.
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| 50 % off to the world.
All i asked for today was a thin detailed elastic paintbrush,
never got it.
cut me off 90 % please.
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