A look back into the life.
So today is a finals day. Barely anyone is here, and I have no finals to take today. So, I’ve been sitting here in the computer lab with Mr. Hanson reading through my old journal entries. I have finished my reading and I have come to the conclusion that I used to be a huge douche. One can reason that it’s ok because most of us were, but I was a HUGE douche. I also read that I lost a lot of friends when I began to change and go through the stages with “glam” and being a scene kid. HA. I’m glad I grew out of that. I didn’t have the slightest idea of what fashion really was. And I had no fashionable clothing. I’m glad to be a man. Also, my first time drinking was on October 2nd, 2005. http://this-is-poetry.livejournal.com/92577.html “i can barely WALK I JUAR had 2 cups of jagermeister and 2 beers. i also smoked abut 4 cigaretteS. IM hwere mentally but my body is so woozy. i love you jilliAN” HA. That’s jacked up. It was a very controversial issue, and I got like 20 comments from people, including Dustin who called me a faggot. It’s so weird – Dustin and I have been best friends for over a year now. We’ve done a lot of things together and we’ve been through a lot. He and Christina even met through me, yeah, Christina Winslett, closest friend in the world. They went on to date for a long ass time. It’s weird how all the people that used to think I was a joke became my best friends. Like Vincent Darnell Wynn II! Haha, I remember how we used to hate each other. And Dustin too. The Loganville group that I almost “fought” http://this-is-poetry.livejournal.com/103800.html Well, I ended up spending EVERY single day for about a year with them. I became attached at the hip with guys like Zach Debroka, Jarod Chase, Reese Blalock, Trey “Stumpy” Hodges, Cameron Paris… etc. And all of the girls too. It’s so strange how contradictory life experiences are. It’s just plain FUCKING CRAZY. And now I’m in Montana. In a rehab aftercare program. FUCKED UP!

So anyway, I today Aly and Jen presented a gift to me during lunch. It was a collection of spoons (I have begun collecting spoons since I have been in Montana) that they went and bought for me at different thrift stores. They’re all different, and each one represents something Aly says. I love them. They’ve been so good to me, and I could never ever forget friends like that, even after I return to Georgia.

If you are on my friends list, I encourage you to go through my journal. Almost my WHOLE teen experience is documented on this thing.

It’s crazy.

Love, Drugs, Depression, Fights, Friends, Bands, Girls, Guys, Music, Styles, Clothes, Religion, etc… fuck.