Wrap your troubles in dreams, and dream you troubles away.
Getting super impatient with people
After not being active on tumblr for awhile and deciding to take a thorough look I’ve realized I need new people to follow. Finna do that later.
That awful moment when you look back and can’t recall making or fully understand a text post you made a couple weeks ago
Shit it must’ve made sense at the time fuck it
And I’m tired of how selfish people I consider close to me are
And I’m tired
Fuck you for real
Why is my ankle still hurting and swollen I hurt it like a week ago why am I in all of these classes at once I think there will be a meltdown soooooon and I JUST ran out of clonazepam
I am tired, so tired, and nothing is just stopping for a moment and being like “oh here Sarah, lie down on this soft, warm bed and rest for a minute…”
Get home and still gotta run around
I have lots of pharm homework to work on… due tomorrow night… swear to God if we go out and get stupid high I’m limpin’ my ass right to bed and crashing when we get home. And I ain’t gonna make it to this bitch’s class in the morning and she really is gonna have to fuck off
I ain’t used to this shit for more than three days in a row but I ain’t a bum so I’m gonna just motherfucking do it… probably.
A little before my dad died- during the time he was losing it mentally he started making us go to this Pentecostal church and not only was it bazaar as fuck, but all the women had the same goddamn skirt on and the same fucking perm in their long ass hair that looks like the middle school girl spray-a-shitton-of-hairspray-and-crunch-the-hair-until-it-looks-breakable style.
And they all drove Buicks.
I have a new infatuation with GOLD.
Twisted my ankle like fuck today at my cousin’s house. It’s swollen and has a cold compress on it now and it fucking hurts.
Also what suboxone does is either put me straight to sleep (head in lap type shit) or have me go through spells of being alert/can’t keep my eyes open. Might be all the Klonopin in between doses. At least I have some morphine in my bag.
I’d totally still use it if my ankle wasn’t in moderate pain.
This sucks. I want to walk without a limp that makes me look like I own the word “swag.”
Feel like robbing the Brinks motherfucker who dropped his bag walking into Target
found out how entirely too dependant I am on a phone to function properly ever since friday when I slammed my poor phone in the car door and just now got the replacement
like I had the worst weekend ever being without it
I’m ready for social activity.
lying down for the first time since getting up this morning and my head/neck is situated so perfectly on this pillow that I think I just might not move at all for a couple of hours
I’m outside of my cousin’s house waiting on her to get back with misty from stealing shit so I can get my nails done and I just saw this crazy looking dude in a purple tattered track suit get into this abandoned house that my friend, cousin and I went in once and took this really nice solid wood farmhouse table for my aunt
anyway I wonder what the hell that guy is doing in there
omg I can’t do this class like this
my eyes are CROSSING at the computer screen
had to ask if I could go have a goddamn cigarette
man i am so fucked up in class right now and i’m supposed to be researching psychedelics in the use of psychotherapy but goddamn i feel good but under it i feel like sht cause i wasted two methadone pills today.
my instructor isn’t even in like what the fuck did we even have to come in for this white bitch actin like she my COACH uh, no.
i’ll just sit over here alone by the window with my eyes going cross with this laptop. hope y’all have a good day!
I honestly cannot remember if I’ve eaten today.