Lie to me, like I lie to you.

I'm sick of dance music and drugs. I'm significantly less happy then I was yesterday. I wouldn't say 'unhappy" still. I pulled some girls hair out last night. It felt great. I could fill a lot of voids that way I think. I never understood why my guy friends would start fights at parties when I was younger, and although I feel kind of crummy saying it, I think I get it. Granted I didn't start the fight I was just taking care of my friends. I'm sick of waking up to my heartbeat rattling my clavicle.

I forfeit the "new one" last night at about 3:30 AM. I think it was one of those things are much too complicated to work. It was more glamor then anything. Vapid. Not real, Like sharing a bottle of strawberry wine on someones drive way you don't know and being too drunk to walk home. Not real like that.