Today is another crawl into a small space and die. I have become obsessed with fucking Robert Patterson. What the hell is wrong with my brain, why do I become obsessed with famous people? I have no chance in hell of ever meeting much less having sex with him, or Kurt Cobain. Kurt is DEAD. Long DEAD!
I need to get out of this house, get out from under my parents thumb. I have to pay them back for the lawyers, and after that I've made up my mind that I'm going to Seattle. I'm giving up on everything, and going back on H. Thats what i want out of my life. I'm not going anywhere in life anyway.
Don't worry I'll still blog until I pawn it off for another shot of heaven. No one on earth is going to want to be with a 30 year old Heroin addict who lives off SSI, and state SSI wich is like 85 dollars a month. Then there is the food stamps. Wow, am I fucking special. So fucking special, I wish I were special. I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, I don't belong here. Sorry Radiohead, but you put it so perfectly.
I guess the reason I'm obsessed with famous people, is because I see them in movie rolls and wish I had someone in real life to love, fuck, hate, ect... I need to get a life.