You know those conversations that create brain wrinkles? The snow settles on the green grass. and everything becomes the inside of an asylum. theres noone to talk to. and the shit town youre stuck in becomes too small, again. Someone please come to California with me? feel like puking and im beyond lonely. depression is like a side affect of sobriety or something? i miss a person i never had. feeling cheated. i lived all these years, almost 20, and there’s still noone to stand beside. I’m so happy that i have no real friends. hahahaha ahhh this is great. im so use to this.