I feel like everyone is out to get me.
Though I am not paranoid.
I feel like, maybe, I will feel relief when someone does it,
when they toss me the catalyst to my own slowly spiraling self-destructive path.

Apart from that, my social life has changed rapidly!
Instead of lying on my bed in and out of euphoria produced only as perfectly as a prescription pain reliever could allow,
I am out, usually, doing other things. Shoplifting, spitting, and having sex seem to be my only outlets lately, as if I
need to vent any of my petty shit.

For the clincher, I don't have too many materials to utilize since I was denied an art course this year.
So, I've been trying to steal more, but it's difficult to walk out of Micheal's with a 52' canvas stuffed under your shirt.
But I'll keep trying.