Cut Me Ear to Ear: 1

10/16/2013

I grew up around w****s and liars, also known as my parents.

I grew up worried. Worried that I was going to be a serial killer when I was older, because I killed a cat. 

I grew up weird, things were never normal.

The first guy I ever made out with was 20 years old, I was 14. In the backseat of his car. A month later I found out he had a fiance who was now pregnant. 

I like LSD.

I'm not a normal person, and I give up trying to be. 

I'm really trying to be okay, though. I'm really trying to get better. But I'm not going to get better. I'm not going to get better because I do a lot of fucked up things, I have a lot of fucked up thoughts, and I'm fucked up. My relationship is fucked up, I've never been put down so much in my life. But you know what? I don't care anymore! 

I am going to make it through life, and this journal is going to see that. Through every fucked up thing that has happened, through every fucked up thing that is bound to happen in the future, I'm not going to give up. I don't think I am, anyway. 

Welcome..welcome to my head. My thoughts. My life. My memories. My experiences.

For whoever reads this, if anyone ever does...

Let's take a f*****g trip.