I'm packed and i'm holdin~

I'm so friggin beat... I don't know how to explain it. I got physical energy, I got mental energy, it's just... I'm at my wit's end, I guess. It feels like I'm climbing up the rope of life with my teeth lol. I feel tense, and anxious. Just uncomfortable. I wish I had some food, honestly lol. These cats I live with are makin food tonight but I wish I had something to snack on ya know. At least I could be doing something... All I got to look forward to is going back home and laying down, eating whatever these cats make and... guess I could read this little book I got.

Been DXM-free for two days now. Maybe that's why I feel this way.

It's all quiet in my head... got no motivating factors, no thoughts, no worries... just this gnawing feeling in my gut. That's my only input...

I feel like making sweet fuckin love to some tight-bodied bitch, to be honest. Peelin off her clothes and feastin on her juicy-jina hahah~ mmmm that shit sounds good...

Ahh well. Fuck it, fight it, it's all the same... I got peanut butter and jelly, and bread. Maybe I'll just make a sandwich and lay down, drink some soda and read.

Got I wanna pound some pussy... Mmmmm  these bitches don't know what they're fuckin missin, i tell you what...