I’m running on literally four hours of sleep in three days. I don’t know how I’m still awake but I’m on the way to Virginia with Dom and friends, and then we will be in D.C. tonight. I’m gonna be dead by the time I get back to Philly.

I think I’m just going to delete this blog. I don’t see the point anymore.

I failed miserably at trying to kill a hugeass centipede.

Ever since I went to my dad’s for the weekend… I’m seeing how my life could be a million times better. Living in the city sucks so much. The people, the drama, the crap that goes on… I’m seriously sick of all of it. I miss living with my dad in a small town in New Jersey. I miss swimming, running in the neighborhood, walking the dogs, drinking coffee with dad every morning, not worrying about friends or guys, and simply living comfortably.

I chose to move out. I chose this life because I thought it would be better for me. It really isn’t. And honestly, I’d rather just pack up and leave but I can’t. It’s too late.

I’m just sick of feeling so fucked up all the time. I got myself into this mess and I don’t know what to do anymore.

I just cannot wait until the day I’m out of Philadelphia for good.

I had a good day yesterday. My family got to see my sister for the first time in over 10 years, and they also got to meet little Norma too. The party was fun, I got to see many old faces too.

And I’m getting tan again! About time..

I’m drunk.

Since Thursday, I have only slept a total of seven hours…