I want to do something with Lauren. She seems like a pretty cool person, and I haven't ever seen her outside of school.

We should go to a concert or go crash a party or get high or drunk or something.

Yeah, I'm bad now. :/

374-0601

That's my new number. Call me.

Damn, Miss Monroe!

I didn't know you were THAT Lauren...just some random friend of Chris's...

boy was I wrong! Heh...

I had this really weird dream last night ( Read more... )

I'm going to First Coast next year.

Will talk later.

Today, my dad made me walk a mile down the road to open the gate to let him in. He couldn't get out of the fucking van on his own and unlock it. No, he made me walk a mile bare foot on a rock road with a half-broken toe to open the fucking gate. I couldn't get my shoes because he threw them outside and I didn't want to step on the glass from my ( Read more... )

yOu know what? I have tried to help people out in all this shit going down.

I find that I cannot say the right things.

I'm just going to be a shoulder to cry on. Anyone can rent me.

It'll cost five bucks.

DAMN! I'm pretentious...

I'm so tired of everyone always getting to do shit, and I'm stuck at home fucking babysitting. I hate my family. I'm so tired of all of them, my fucking whore of a mom, my fucking asshole of a step-dad, and the little devil-spawn known as fucking siblings. I fucking hate all of them. I should have fucking stayed in west virginia...it's not fair. ( Read more... )

I'm done with civilization for now.

Everyone sucks. All of you.

Except for Ms. Abbruzzese. She's tight.