I wish that i could win the lottery, run away from Essex and just spend the rest of my life really stoned and happy on a beach or something somewhere.
Thinking this constantly lately... i feel like i'm done here now, need to start planning my future i guess.
Wednesdays are the fucking worst.
April is always shit.
I hate my job.
I hate the rain.
I think too much.
I really fucking wish i was high as fuck right now.
Might have to smoke a joint.
Safe.
