Death is INEVITABLE

but is hell? according to my mother i'm on the fast road to it. lying, drinking, smoking, macking, partying, wearing lingerie with sassy lace, throwing up the next morning, then when the hangover is passed i wanna do it all over again. what a disappointment. i think i can get a lot of inspiration from the typical teen experiences that i've been through lately. i'm just infatuated by the thought of putting everyday experiences into good use, applying our adventures and discoveries of feelings and emotions into art. whether it be music, painting or in my case fashion and drawing. a good thing about this is that you are able to express yourself through your own personal language that possibly only you understand... that way no one knows what you are speaking through this piece of art/creation. the reason this has just come up is because i just found out that my mother just read my extremely personal journal - and i'm really upset and angry with her. then i had an urge to draw in order to express my indescribable emotions and such. also, i probably can't write out my feelings etc right now cos most likely she'll read it. shiiitt, im just so pissed off that she would do that - so cut. i probably wouldn't be as frustrated at this predicament if i hadn't just journal-ed about my recent opportunity to try hash, yeah it was a little risky writing it in there but i figured i knew my mum would do such a terrible thing as to read my personal and exceedingly honest diary. faaaaarrk. SHE DID

me at my best

not so wizard

i needa shower