I don't remember drinking but I feel drunk. That doesn't mean I didn't. Maybe I just got possessed by a Swiftie. I am a Swiffer. Push me on the floor all you want, babe.

I CAN'T DO THIS!

I swear they're poisoning me, they are, I can tell. I had weird stool yesterday, and a different weird today. I'm gonna collect my stools and because Vincent Van Go. He gave me a Warhead and it wasn't even sour, was it something else? I don't want to be high or tripping right now but I am AND I DON'T REMEMBER TAKING ANYTHING OTHER THAN A DOLLAR STORE WARHEAD. I even played bass, and I can do a lot instrument wise but I swear my fingers are going to be the death of me for that thing. It's got a short neck too. I miss Bean!

I don't know what to do. They say to eat so I did a little while ago and now I hate it. I'm never going to Italy or even the combat zone. I wish I could trust someone. I wish there was someone but I don't even get anything. The sin of half a pi is one, but the sin of one pi is zero.

That is my wisdoms.