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[ 03 Jul 2007 1:29pm ] |
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I hate the feeling of being overwhelmed more than anything on this world. And I feel overwhelmed. SHOULDN'T SUMMER BE PEACEFUL AND STRESSFREE? Oh wait. It's still not summer yet for me.
NOT UNTIL AUGUST 3RD GAY.
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[ 01 Jul 2007 10:32pm ] |
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my life has started once again.
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[ 28 Jun 2007 4:18pm ] |
but really, there was a dog.
TO THE GREEEEEEEEEEEEEN!
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[ 23 Jun 2007 5:30pm ] |
School's done.
I'm not.
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[ 18 Jun 2007 7:15pm ] |
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thumbs up to coppin the best cigarette holder ever.
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[ 16 Jun 2007 12:33pm ] |
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I feel like I've been fucking grounded for years. Fuck you mom
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[ 14 Jun 2007 10:13am ] |
school is basically over for me. tomorrow, monday and tuesday I come in for about 2 hours a day, then wednesnday-friday are my exams. Then I'm fucking done. I need this year to just fucking end so I can breathe again. I need my grades just to come so my parents can see how stupid I am and then I'll be able to breathe and start over and not have to worry about anything but my money issues. Which will probably never go away...
These past 3 days have been a complete blur. I really don't remember them at all...
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[ 07 Jun 2007 11:13am ] |
I've been thinking about it for a while now, and I really don't want to come back to sheehan next year. If I dropped out the end of this year and then went to adult ed next year, I'd be graduated with my diploma by december. Then I'll have the rest of the year to get my life fucking straight. And then maybe attempt to go to college in the fall with the rest of my old class. But then, I don't know, everyone does say senior year is great, but I can't fucking take high school anymore. The classes, teachers, waking up that early, pointless assignments, CUT SLIPS??, more-than-enough credits, oh, and all the fucking lame ass douchebags in my grade. Sick.
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[ 04 Jun 2007 2:39pm ] |
bong rips and hatorade acip trips and crackcocaine whats the worst possible one for you were talkin the drug that always holds true i don't care if its a fucking addiction seein where your futures goin would be an easy prediction you'll have three kids a wife and no house everyday before work she slips out from that blouse love is measured in number of sighs or the biggest guy you get inbetween your thighs but, what is love? that is the question meetin with your dealer for a 5 minute session weed, meth, X and LSD perks blow crack and you'll be free free as the fucking smoke in my lungs before i exhale the drag out past my tongue.
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