jour de bastille tomorrow
i wish i was celebrating with pints of 1664 at the galway pub in paris. putain de merde. i miss charlie and the old crowd and singing and smoking for hours upon hours. soon enough.

Im just feeling a tad bit frustrated and all over the damn place. like i cant keep my veins from twitching in my arm, like i cant get my bang off my face not matter how many bobbypins i use, like no clothes fit me, i havent got an appetite for any food, I cant find any interesting books that put me in the mood to read for hours.

love is a fucking drug.