7. Frozen ( Read more... )

1. Are we friends ( Read more... )

So yea, mom kicked me out monday. Shut off my phone ( Read more... )

Trying to change did nothing but fuck me up more. You know how there's that whole "you can't change your nature" quote that has been made cliche by movies? Well it's actually true. Sometimes I feel like I was meant to be this way. Maybe 'm supposed to be an apathetic, self-centered little asshole with desire only to kill himself as inderectly as ( Read more... )

I'm so done with this. Fuck this livejournal. Fuck the internet. Fuck my cell phone. Fuck talking anymore. Fuck all of the petty little shit that I hold so dear. Fuck my so-called friends. Fuck relationships. Fuck caring about people. Caring about things. Caring about ME. I like the apathy. I feel better when I'm in my little fucking bubble where ( Read more... )

Yay, it's 4/20 and i'm in a military school. Where's my weed? -frantic search- But aside from the trivial, I'm not leaving. I have this habit of getting uncomfortable and hence I leave. I've done it repeatedly over the years. For once I'm not. And no, it has nothing to do with everyone getting upset over it. If I cared what everyone else thought I ( Read more... )

I think I'm going to move to Texas with my aunt. I'm sick of Georgia. Sick of the people here. Sick of fucking everything about my life and all that I have here. Maybe it would just be easier if I started over. Motherfucking ground zero again. In middle school my reputation got me friends. Same with 9th and 10th grades. Now it's just because I ( Read more... )

Waste of life. Waste of time. Waste of space. Why the fuck can't I choose to do the shit that won't kill me? My coughing is steadily getting worse, and yet I still find myself reaching for that next ciggarette. Smoked weed again. I can't do that shit. It'll lead back to somewhere I don't want to go. But of course I have another bag in my pocket. ( Read more... )

I hate your voice and I hate your face ( Read more... )