i wanted to live a life of neon signs and tie dye shirts but im living this life of the suffocating afterglow of psychedelics and trying to work an 8 hour shift at a fast food restaurant the next day. sometimes i only paint one of my hands and sometimes im ready to drive away from this town and never look back. I hate talking to my parents because of how manipulative they are and their lack of empathy is extremely disturbing to me along with their extreme religiousness and materialistic behavior. i can barely write anymore and even this is an extreme chore and i want to quit. all i can write about is how everything *****. how i cant stand the sight of myself and how i have no talents or hobbies. how