| I fucking hate how when I'm finally happy and am being true to myself
everyone tries to rain on my fucking parade. I hate where I live, I
hate the people, I hate the enviroment. Nobody has any respect for
themselves. It fucking sucks my cock. I want people to stay the fuck up
out my buisness, it's not their life to run, it's mine! And my mommy
has cancer, it's confirmed. She's having surgery soon and will be very
weak and unable to work for a while.
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| Well Fucking it all away sounds like a good idea. When they said the
transition from graduating into college would be the hardest time of
your life, they weren't kidding. So many mixed emotions about
everything. And so much shit piled up so high I can't do anyhting about
it now. It's irreversible.
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| I wanna be a balla shot calla. I am drunk as fuck and no one reads this
site so that is so okay with me. Wow, I can still focus on typing full
gramatically correct sentences. Whoa.
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| Well. Love is sooo fucked up in soo many ways. I don't know if it's ever real or if its going to last. And now, I'm not so sure if I want to take the risk that it might end. I would just die. Drugs would take my life over and I would run away from all my problems and disappear. I would no longer be a person. I would live on another planet. Where love doesn't exist only darkness. It hurts already just thinking about it ending up bad. Death would have to be my getaway. |
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