I thought I could get away this December. Boy was I wrong. Boy was I ever so fucking wrong.

Things are so bad at my house. My dad developed a coke habit and is back to alcoholism again, and him and my mom are fighting for the 80th time, and I rarely see my mom cry because she's a strong person, but it's eating her apart, and now it's tearing at me and I don't know how to handle it because he doesn't want to hear it. This isn't fair to ( Read more... )

Eh I don't need this.

Sometimes I just need to write it down to feel better. I miss writing lyrics so much. I need to get back to that

I'm placid to the point that I'm turning into a bum. I could be doing what I want to do with my life, but because I don't make enough sacrifices, or take enough risks, it's making for a very displeasant anomaly. I wish I could rewind and do things right. It's hard not to dwell, but sometimes you can't help it. I've hardly been in contact with ( Read more... )

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It's been so weird, I haven't really been talking to people as much as I used to. I don't even talk to any girls or anything, it's something that's completely different for me. I've been so content with being single it's almost eerie. I do get the occasional feeling where I feel like I really need a girl around, but there's no girl I've found ( Read more... )

Well, I've spent the past couple weeks thinking about my life. I've thought about what I have, what I need, what would be beneficial for my future. I've felt a lot more content with what I have as of these last weeks. Spending time with my best friends, and doing things I used to do are making me feel a lot better. I know that I need a girl in ( Read more... )

I have to see if this works.

Fucking pink eye.