12:39 p.m. - 2009-07-04
beer
i have to do things wrong. i cant let the weight crush me. we did everything we could, we moved, we live in a beautiful house now with three straircases, and i would write a love poem about this house but right now i'm too fuckin stressed out. i need wake up and snap out of it. i've been avoiding my vices, i've been trying to find something "more" something "better". but i know what i know and maybe the only thing that can save me right now is beer. sweet, delicious beer.