My house is empty, and I've absolutely no motivation to do my homework.
I can't buh-lee I just got that song stuck in my head.
My wrist itches, so you know what to do. Drop me off some NEO-NEO SporEEEEEEno!!!!
School has been wearing me down...physically. Not emotionally, I ain't no fucking pussy.
I let everyone else take that job ;P
Anyways, I can't seem to get up in the mornings. Usually, the alarm would go off, and I'd get out of the bed as fast as I could so I wouldn't stay in and end up being late for school.
Now, I'm reluctant to get out of bed, and I'm yawning every 2 seconds in class.
No matter how many cups of coffee I devour prior to my arrival at school, I'll still fucking yawn my eyes red.
Ever. Single. Period.
It's just not the lyfe-stile for me anymore. I can't take it.
I'ma pop a big one into the old man and let him have it, for sure. That's how much I can't take it.
And I don't even know what the fuck that means.
I appreciate people who I can have long and meaningful conversations with, people who acknowledge my efforts, people who have consideration towards how I am doing/feeling, people who remind me of how much they appreciate me back [and mean all of it, no BUTTCHEEK-KISSERS.], and people who are willing to drive 2 hours in traffic/buy me food/sleep in their car for hours so they could pick me up to drive 2 more hours back home.
You people are what I live for. For reals, my heart goes out to you fuhlz, and whatnot.
The rest of the people who aren't mixed into this lil' shouty-outy...can suck my motherfucking shoulder, dix.
Except one person. This person actually doesn't fit into any category that is ^ there. But I still love you, & want to sing you songs. Maybe. But not as much, or nearly.
And for some reason, my room smells like India. It's wonderful!
so I've gotten bored in the mornings, yeuh.
I'm aware of how unattractive I am, thanks
i'm sure Jesus wrote your name on his car too, sweetie.
Hoods are useless. Faggutz?
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Life's aight. The parental units are getting me food. I'm okay.