Whoa in a actually writing this it's feels like it's been years tbh. I've been in trouble for Shit so yeah... I'm not a very smart person I get caught lmfao anyways let's get to let only reason your here also 80ish reads that's cool.

I got home from the skate parks and I'm exhausted and sore. I actually attempted to do something on my board and failed miserably I decided to shower and go to bed I skipped supper because I was fucking tired. Right before falling asleep I decided I was going to stay home because I was feeling awfully depressed and I was sore and I knew it would be worse tomorrow. My mom doesn't wake up until noon and she doesn't see the point of me going to school when I only have a few more classes which are mostly electives. I wake up from my phone buzzing and I saw I git a text.

Recieved at 10:30am
From: My Favorite Person
Your not at school are you okay?

Sent at 10:32am
I ate shit at the skate park last night and felt horrible so I just didn't show.

After I sent that I fell asleep. Man depression makes me tired. I woke up once again but it was my mom coming into my room asking why I stayed home. I told her the same thing I told Alex. After showering I grabbed a cigarette and smoked it as if each drag was going to be my last. I hate when people romanticize mental illness and bad habits but I'm a huge hypocrite but it's because I find the beauty in it. Yes the things themselves are horrible ugly disgusting things but you can turn it around. I feel like the gene that causes mental illness and creativity are not related but the same gene. You never hear of a artist who didn't think they struggled at all. I really over think when I'm smoking.

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Writing this makes me wanna smoke kms also I have no motivation to write so this is short and has like no depth and I have no idea where the story is going so like there's that. Anyways don't be sad and have a wonderful day homies.