I need my own midget army

textsfrombennett:

Is Bennett gonna rob a bank?

It’s weird looking back on all this, I don’t know how it makes me feel. Weird, I guess. So much has changed in the past months, life got worse, a lot worse, and now it’s getting better. I always hate looking back on the me of the past, so this has left me feeling weird and confused. I’m working on living life as best I can, and always look forward to see what comes next. Holy shit, this feels weird

I’m not going to lie, I forgot I had a Tumblr. I went to type something else that started with T and this came up. For a second I thought ‘What was I doing on Tumblr?’ then it all came back to me. I guess I’ll write again, even though I wasn’t going to. My last post got a like, so that means somebody’s out there, listening. Maybe more, maybe less. No, not less.

I’m tired again, I still haven’t fully caught up on my sleep from Sunday night. Looking back on the weekend now, it was fucked, if I didn’t stress that enough in the last post. I have wounds all over, and I feel like there’s still going to be consequences.

Tomorrow, thank goodness, is the last day of summer school, and my exam. Not handing in two important projects has probably cost me at least 30%, so I really need to pass. But I should be fine.

My love life is equally fucked, not at all convinced that’ll work out for a while. Why is it that the girls I want are so far out of my league, or otherwise unattainable?

I think I get money tomorrow. If I do, I’m blowing it on an iPhone. If I had a secure source of income it’d be smarter, but as it stands, I’m an idiot.

This post may seem like a waste of time. I didn’t give details on drug-fuelled adventures, I didn’t say anything useful at all. I’m just another angsty teen, nothing special. But for some reason I’m gonna hit ‘Create post’, and we’ll see who’s watching.

Shankman

I heard this song on the radio last week, haven’t been able to stop listening to it. 

I haven’t slept all night. That’s not good, considering I have to head out for my third week of summer school in a few hours. I’m behind on my ISU, a study on a book called The Sunflower by some World War II Nazi hunter named Simon Weisenthal. It’s not a very interesting book, at least in my opinion. I can only get 50% on it now that it’s so late. I’ve only read the first few pages.

I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep last night. I hope this isn’t a huge hindrance. I’ve went to school like this before, but not without at least two hours sleep. I’m sober about 32 hours now. Fuck, Saturday night was messed up. I was in emerg thanks to some freak allergic reaction, not a terribly fun situation. Doctor bitch didn’t seem to believe I wasn’t on drugs.

Night before that, I was drunk and high as fuck, smashing windows in Elmira. My school, an auto parts store, cops chasing me and a buddy. Stole mad beef jerky, a friend went missing, turned up Saturday morning after passing out in a park.

Is anybody actually reading this? It’s cool if you’re not, but it’d be nice to know someone’s listening. It’s almost 6AM, I’ve started a Tumblr and my mind’s half gone. Is there anything else that needs to be said?

Good night, as if I’m getting any sleep,

Shankman