this shit is so old

i never write in this thing anymore
no one reads it
my harddrive is dead
damn damn damn!
so no internet, no computer

i have a mind of my own
im not like you
i do what i want
i am who i want to be

oh dude
yes

life is not going to be perfect
living with shell won't be perfect
but i love her
and that's all i really need
and my friends.

to love it
i might be moving out soon
but shh!
i haven't told my parents yet

i spend more time with shell now
and less time skateboarding
but that's good in a sense that i needed a break
and my knee is bothering me
im in sonoma right now
its beautiful
we're off to the beach
la dee da

negative vacuum bitchslap

with cold wind slaps my face
my sun stained cheeks withstand it
my lipped cracked and bleeding
finding purity in the coldest day

i hate holidays like this
what do i tell my mother?
"hey mom, its a good thing you have a vagina"?