Seriously. I need to stop contemplating the future. I don’t even believe that the future exists. It’s just a perpetual present. That’s all. But yet, so much is bound to happen. Soon, too. I don’t want to think about it. But I can’t stop… for the life of me. I’ve been drinking. And that’s probably not helping these mass amount of thoughts. I’m not drunk, but drunk enough to do something stupid. And sober enough to know I shouldn’t. Drinking isn’t a good idea right now… I’m getting a tattoo tomorrow. I bleed easily as it is and alcohol isn’t a good additive to that. On the plus side, things aren’t as bed as I make them out to be. I have a date to prom, everything I do is legal, and honestly I couldn’t ask for better friends. I actually have a place to go after I graduate, and my mom’s boyfriend hasn’t been abusive for about a week now. I can still drink for free and I don’t have to avoid the cops anymore. But honestly I’d rather have a reason to get in trouble. I’m glad I’m in this boring-ass-shit town, really. It gives me time to relax and go somewhere where I don’t know anyone. But at the same time, everything’s familiar to me except the faces. I know this town better than Appleton. I love this town more than Appleton. [CrAp]pleton. It’s almost 11pm on a friday, and I feel like I should go to bed. Or at least lay down. Or take another beer from the fridge.