I wish I was fucked up.
Then I would be more interesting. And would definitely have more to write about.
But the one time I was really really fucked up, I hated it.
So then what?
Being fucked up, and hating it is no good, because then you’re just miserable. Being fucked up and not knowing it is equally bad. Because then everyone else hates it, and you are just a pain in the ass.
Conclusion: I don’t really want to be fucked up. But just fucked up enough to seem more interesting.
Yesh. I’m a sick person. And totally fucked up.
Yeah. Finally happiness.