The first time I woke up this morning, I was overly filled with rage.
I couldn't believe they would do that, or you would put yourself in that situation.
Unbelieveable.
The second time I woke up, I was happy.
Then I went out, and had some fun.
The rest of my day was boring, but at least it made me forget about the morning.
"We all got wood and nails."
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
So pray then, if it makes you feel safe.
I'm brain dead.
I'm never hungry anymore.
Fuck track.
Fuck Weis.
Fuck school.
Fuck SATs.
"Sharpen up your teeth, your dreams are more than worth defending."
I'm never hungry anymore.
Fuck track.
Fuck Weis.
Fuck school.
Fuck SATs.
"Sharpen up your teeth, your dreams are more than worth defending."
Friday, March 12, 2010
baby, baby, here we all are crazy
Everything around me is falling apart, pretty soon, so will I.
When the support systems fail, the whole structure comes crashing down with it.
Now I just have to hold on tight, and pray I come out alive.
"Showed my cards, gave you my heart,
wish we could start all over.
Nothing's makin' sense at all.
Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hoping for a chance to make it alright."
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Follow me, follow me, fa-la-la-la-la
So much stress has built up.
Minor stress relieves cause more stress in the long run.
So much is fighting to burst out.
Here comes another list.
I hate the feeling that I'm constantly fighting to keep you here being my friend. I hate feeling like you don't want anything to do with me anymore, and that I'm turning into a friend you no longer want to talk to. It hurts when you call me annoying, or stupid. Fuck my life. I can't always be on your side. Everybody's wrong every once in a while.
I set unreachable goals for myself, it just depresses me more.
I'm unbelievably lazy.
I have a weird addiction to music, and I get obsessed with one song for two weeks, and then its on to the next one.
I hate not having money, and I hate using my gas.
Mom, you're pushing me into things I don't want to do. You're "little" hints you keep dropping, hit harder than you think, pretty soon, I will shatter.
I wish I had a life worth bragging about.
I just want everyone to like me.
"We sing, we sing, na-na-na-na-na."
Minor stress relieves cause more stress in the long run.
So much is fighting to burst out.
Here comes another list.
I hate the feeling that I'm constantly fighting to keep you here being my friend. I hate feeling like you don't want anything to do with me anymore, and that I'm turning into a friend you no longer want to talk to. It hurts when you call me annoying, or stupid. Fuck my life. I can't always be on your side. Everybody's wrong every once in a while.
I set unreachable goals for myself, it just depresses me more.
I'm unbelievably lazy.
I have a weird addiction to music, and I get obsessed with one song for two weeks, and then its on to the next one.
I hate not having money, and I hate using my gas.
Mom, you're pushing me into things I don't want to do. You're "little" hints you keep dropping, hit harder than you think, pretty soon, I will shatter.
I wish I had a life worth bragging about.
I just want everyone to like me.
"We sing, we sing, na-na-na-na-na."