wisdom tooth extraction on monday
is DA BOMB.
after two jabs of anesthesia,
the dentist started pulling out my teeth.
he asked me if it was hurting and i said
'YESSSSS' but he keeps insisting that
its gonna come out.
FUCKING CB. its PAIN LUHHHH.
so he gave me a third jab which
practically numbed the left half
of my brain. and now its swollen.
i've got CHIPMUNK CHEEKS. BEAT THAT.

supposed to go mambo last night
with mal and the rest.
but due to the chipmunk cheeks
i've decided to give it a miss.
mal messaged me saying that it was packed
gosh. i really wanted to go.
but shall be a good girl and stay home.
mal says he'll kick my ass if he sees
me there. BAHHHHH.

im so caught up with the stuff around me
all that clubbing and stuff.
what do i really want out of all this?
does that adrenaline rush each night
satisfy what i want?
i know the answer yet i dont wish to get there.
i know it aint gonna work out
yet i cant help it but immerse myself
in all the dark nights.


/ directionless.
needing faith.