December 2009
i woke up with thoughts of you in my head, another dream about you. i’ve been living my life as a constant scream for your attention. and now the only attention i get from you is subconscious visions that i’m not even in control of. i’ve lost my potential, getting out of bed is an accomplishment at this point. i have no energy, no drive, i barely have a pulse at this point.
Right again, I only want what i can’t have. Now that its in my lap, I’d rather not have it. Give me something I can’t have. Thats her draw, and look how long its been.
i’ve got nothing to say. not a single thing.
soooo i was drving to school today, and i started fishtailing, on a straightaway and ended up spinning out and almost crashing. ended up ass backwards in the opposite lane. i was really lucky.
i love say anything lately. especially “Spores”
Redemption. He’ll still just be another dead rat in the garbage pail behind some chinese food place downtown
-The Fantastic Mr. Fox
its so strange that a childrens film can have such a bleak outlook. but its true, it doesnt matter who you apologize to, we all rot. that kind of truth is odd to find out from a talking fox, especially when its so true. you cant undo things, noone can,...
fuckin confused, fuckin annoyed. fuckin love, fuckin high school. Fucking Life.
i realized today, that i spend most of my afternoons watching cops. if you didnt think i was white trash before, that should change your mind