Dear Diary,
I see why people like Vicodin. I had the best sleep ever! I feel unbelievable refreshed and rested.
There is a fall festival here. Beer, food, activities, pumpkins, lame ass shit. Well, not the beer. I might be able to score some, unsure. I am pretty sure they are the kind of people that would call the cops if a minor tried to buy beer.
Kemper emailed me last night. I wanted to tell him how badly I want to go back and how I messed up but I couldn't.
It is weird, lying really bothers me but everything else I do in my life, not so much. Strange!
I guess because I have integrity. Although, that could be questioned too. Actually, I don't have integrity. My moral compass is all over the place and quite frankly, I really don't have any.
I guess I feel bad when I lie and that is about it. Small wins, small wins!
I seriously hate typing all of this on my phone. My phone is shit to begin with, stupid straight talk but it would be easier on a computer or a tablet at least. I really don't need one though.
I did get a pretty awesome hoodie though. It has the KISS band lips on it and is all black. Fits pretty good too!
I am out of vodka, which sucks. Although, I think I am going to drink some water and hydrate today. Probably another round or two of Vicodin tonight.
I noticed there was a used bookstore so I thought I would see what I could find to read. TV is boring me and all it is right now is horror movies. Which are alright but, kind of not into it right now.