dear at one point diary,
i did it all. i put the beef jerky back in my room. i don't like beef jerky but the grump sure does. i buy it for him. i feel guilty in the morning when i wake up happy cuz i know other people wake up so sad. so when i wake up sad i don't feel so bad because i remember the times when i was happy. when i lose something i remember when i found something and when i spend too much money i think about when i bought something on sale. and when it takes me a long time to get somewhere i think about last time i flew- and when i remember a life or time that was wasted for nothing- fuck if i don't always think of you. i think of all the things i have done and all the things i've tried to make up for, but damn if i almost had myself talked into the fact that i was a worthless whore.