Every day has been a battle for me. I’ve had some people who think they know me enough to think I’m a bad person because I was on drugs, despite the fact I’ve been struggling to stay clean. If it were not for a certain girl in my life, I might not care as much. Shouldn’t I do things for myself? Absolutely. But it’s always nice to be able to prove to someone else that you’re stronger than they could imagine.
To the people who only “know” me based on what …

Telling my girlfriend that she should date someone closer to her is ballsy of you, you ugly piece of shit. No one asked for your opinion, no one cares, no one is listening to you. You must lead a sad, miserable life if you feel you have any say-so in other people’s relationship. Shut the fuck up already. My girl isn’t going to leave me based on anything YOU tell her. Are you disappointed you can’t be us? The answer is yes.
You can go shave your back now.

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y u mad tho?

You are one pretentious fuck, you know that? A nearly 30-year-old man, hanging off of every Pitchfork review, basing your “opinion” off of what some music blogs tell you, thinking you’re the only person in the world who could possibly like Broken Social Scene and hating MGMT even though you were all over their cock when their first album came out. You and your stupid music blog can go DIAF. Maybe one day you’ll pick up those instruments you know how to play and actually try making some music. Fucker.
On …

I hate airing my dirty laundry, but I hate keeping things in. It’s lose-lose for me. But lately, my heart has been aching for you so badly, and all I think about is how I changed your diaper for the first time, your first word, and how much you like mashed potatoes. I gave up everything for you, and I never expected a thing in return except for you to grow up and love me. I’m sorry I let you down.

I’ve been hesitant about going on any long-distant trips with anyone with fear of getting angry and making things awkward for the remainder. This weekend was a reminder of how much I enjoy being out with the people I care about.
We carpooled down to San Antonio for Fiesta on a single tank of gas, ham and cheese sandwiches, and zero pitstops (if you had to pee, you had to hold it). My aunt is a crazy driver. She turned a 3 hour trip into 2 hours going between 85-90mph. I’m …