Don’t Look Down

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.


Its so hard not to write in this journal every day. I'm going to stop depending on it and update in a healthy way. I'm giving myself a livejournal allowance --  once a week for now...maybe twice if it doesn't have to do with emotional stress-related shit. Then I'll lengthen the time as I progress. I'm a legit livejournal addict...and its not healthy.
I'm trying this new thing called living. Its where I take what I get and stop trying to find a reason for it. Life doesn't make sense. There's no answer to these questions. The most I can do is live it out...even if I really don't want to.
I had the worst spring break ever -- including alcohol, police, crying, midnight walks on the streets, amish country, chocolate, confusing fights with myself, and all coming to the climax of getting kicked out of my house.
But I won't get in to it because I'm not an analytical person. At least I'm trying not to be...

I'm staying after school with Gallagher tomorrow. I need to bring up my grades...
Only two more years 'till I'm out of here.

So...
I'm trying.