dear diary;
dexedrine is not your friend. you should not be friends with it. the last time i saw sleep was some good 38 hours ago, and counting.
my body has almost shut down. and some how its acctually kind of funny that im so rediculous?
what am i talking about. shut up brooke, go to bed.
i have to open tomorrow morning.
kill work.
the only thing in my head right now is a picture of a big comfy bed.
aousbdhbashvbd..
im going to go dye my hair.
goodnight diary,
love,
brooke