On whatever occasion I find my self logging on to this account, a feeling of nostalgia occurs. I can recall a time when I habitually came on here. But as of a couple years ago I have stopped and its seems that I only find my self coming back to this account just to vent out my problems on these here journal entries. Maybe its because this is the only place I have left to do so. But I am getting way to sentimental and that’s kinda not my thing so let me go back to the bitching your all use to hearing from my end.

Now if your one of the privileged few that follow up on the day to day bullshit that’s composes my everyday life, you may or may not have heard about my plan after I get out of high school. Its quite simply actually, exploit whatever artistic ability I have accumulated over the years to maybe become idk a tattoo artist, or possibly go into graphic arts, perhaps illustration. But in order to do that I have to savior whets left of my, well.. lets just say bellow average GPA so I may get into art school (on a prayer) or the more likely technical college of my choice.. so as my metal health slowly deteriorates and my lungs and liver get the best of me I can finally realized what a cynical fuck I have become, cuz lets face it, I am definitely not ivy league material..

Sorry for the vulgarity, its just that I have been preoccupied with this manic state of mind as of lately. I have these racing thoughts that prevent me from going to sleep, and then I find myself writing cryptic and loony journals at 2:07 AM. Whenever I am lucky enough to clock in a few hours of sleep its usually accompanied by a strange dream of some sorts. like stated earlier its like my mental health is increasingly getting worse and it almost seems like I don't have half the people skills I use to.

But enough of this silliness, I bet yall wanna hear bout wutz goin on wit ol' Donny Drankz ova herrrr.. Well lemmes just say I senior years a bit over rated kidz. Everyone’s getting all sentimental about it being the last year of their high school lives and me, I could really just give a damn.. Really, its a relief in fact, I can't wait till I’m done with school and I can wash my hands of this town. I wanna go to a place where nobody knows my name and really just leave it at that. That’s right, apart of me kinda wants to be a loner, so I don't have to suffer through fools. But back to senior year, I don't even want to attend graduation. The only way I would go is if its catered with some good ass eaten. I also finally went to homecoming this and figured out I wasn't really missing out on anything terribly special over the last couple of years, just a bunch of kids who don't have their hormones in check. Its just that I see these past students visiting the school and its funny to me, I mean when graduate good luck finding me..

Anyways I should be prescribed something.. but then again, that’s the last thing I need, more drugs...