it's always nice when you find out who your real friends are. i've come to this conclusion: i have none. people only want to hang out with me when it benefits them. fucking horse shit. everyone can suck a dick. who the fuck needs friends, anyway?
god dammit. i hate days like this. i just wish he wasnt like this. poor guy. my issue is the headache involved with taking care of him. if he woulld just relax, everything would be fine. instead, hes fuckin freakin out for no apparent reason. something has to be going on at his work. its the only logical explaination. its not a matter of being
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ok. so ive realized im a loser. but does it really matter?
i cant wait to leave and start the fuck over. i just wish i didnt have to leave the people that matter. i guess moving to flint helped me prepare for that though.
all i know is i want to hate you. sooooooooooo bad.
but i cant stop listening to that cd. no matter how much i want to, i cant stop listening to it. and i think its me wanting to think about you. no matter how much i dont want to think about you, i cant stop listening to that cd.