maybe I feel like I can actually do something for once, I'm not supposed to smoke, do drugs, drink, sleep ten hours a day, work out thirty minitues a day, take your medication at the excact time every three times a day. Eat healthy, do you homework, be organised, work a nine to five job, get money to buy a car. get married, have kids. settle down, buy a fridge, buy a bigger car. I dont want that. I'm so sick of compressing my self into the loathing human being to consume, be silent and die. Maybe I want to be crazy just for a little while. Maybe then I can find peace. My friend commited suicide three days ago. Three days before that I had him in my arms! He was only seventeen. And what? He was supposed to do those things? Maybe thats why he did what he did. Because the thought of having to live to such expectations seems so effed up. I'm sick of living in a world where I cant ****ing take a **** load of acid, smoke weed in public and just scream at the sky.