limp dick

reflecting. my mind is a blur. but it makes sense, I guess.

I'm just sitting here, in my stuffy room. with jerry, who keeps laying all over my laptop so I'll pay attention to him. so in love with me, it's cute.

ashley came over, we smoked and attempted to clean out my closet.

I fail, every time. I'm scared I'm going to wind up on that "hoarders" show.

now I'm high and I have a cat rubbing his drooling face all over my leg and a really dirty room that will never be clean and these bags under my eyes because I can't fall asleep lately, and I don't know why.

I don't know what to do with myself right now. I guess I'll try cleaning again.