I got some heroin. I drove down to Chicago last night. I left at six didn't get home until around midnight. I am broke now, but I have enough heroin to last me until my parents come home, that is if I don't over do it. I also have food stamps, but I won't have cigarettes, which really sucks. There is a bunch of quarters in this big jar of change we have, I think I might be able to get a few packs with quarters, and assorted other change.
I'm going to be in trouble when my parents come home, I've been smoking in the house, and have cigarette burns in everything. At least five in their leather couch. All my clothes have burns in them. I got about three on the floor next to the couch. I keep nodding out with fucking cigarettes. I always tell myself I'm going to smoke outside, but then I get high, and all my good intentions fly out the window.
I'm going to shower today. Yesterday's post was rather graphic about gross stuff. Ah I wouldn't be me if I didn't share everything about my life with all of you. My stat counter says only one person has read that post. Less than 50% of people who come across my blog read for more than 5secs. If you google Anna Grace Young my blog pops up, so anyone who Googles Anna Grace Young clicks on my blog, and are like fuck this bitch is crazy, I'm not even gonna stick around. Then there's the people who don't even take a look they just accidentally clicked on my blog. You know whats really fucked up, my blogs title says I hate my face, but I have tons of photos of my face. Can you say condriction.
I can't keep my eyes open to finish this blog.
Good blog, but not updated often is http://www.heroinjunkie.blogspot.com/, I think I got it right, I have to go check again.