he promised me all the olive trees

but i still haven't seen shit
yeah pretty much i've realized, after an acid hit or two, or maybe even three or four - that, yeah, i'm pretty much done with ryan. done. like, where's my apology at? is it in the mail or something, what the fuck? like you couldn't even suck it up and say, "you know what, i fucked up the other night." i 'on't give a fuck if he doesn't want to fucks with me anymore - i can handle it. yeah, pretty much he can go jump in the grave he's dug himself. anyways, i did some acid last night and hung out with gus and somehow someway we ended up over there and it was not hard. not hard at all. it was soft as bread dough nukka. then i put them through "fuck you lucy" 'cause i'm a kat that way and i don't really think anyone was feelin' it, but i don't really give a fuck - it cleared my minds. all nine of them. they come with the lives. and gus even asked later if i was still into him. no was my answer and no is the truth. it settles well, wouldn't you agree? i figure i can't escape him, he's someone who will be hanging around us at all times, unless he's in jail, again, so i might as well chin up and suffer through it. then, someday, hopefully soon, but i doubt it, things will be okay again. they'll be easy. easy does it. and i won't have to fucking stare at the sky everytime i know his eyes are on me. such is life. i'm going to go shower because i really need to. spent the weekend in mccall without a toothbrush because mo locked the house up. i fucked up and said i was at jess's when i was at lainey's. oh wells, mo is over it. at least it's not like emma blake's mother - holy shit. i'm going to stop there. in closing, dollface, whenever you see this shit, don't worry. don't worry about any of the bullshit floating around. water down your back. bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks. eagle claw. yahh trick yahh.