grime

my tv habits are probably a sign of a developing mental illness. all i watch is the disney channel and the occasional reba episode. i used to reject tv entirely. this is what my life has become. weed, poor hygiene, isolation, shitty tv, and a complete lack of giving a shit. sometimes i hate me. seriously. i'm watching fucking billy ray cyrus sing a song from the motherfucking hannah montana movie. this is what i've become. please tell me why i should continue to exist. cause i just don't know. did you know a cockroach can live three weeks with no head? i bet you did cause that's one of those "little known facts" that everyone knows. i should really be writing a paper. why bother even trying to not completely procrastinate. shittihatemylife. when does it start being awesome, cause so far? not even a little.