im starting my life long dream of becoming a serious paint artist. to view my only two prints go to my myspace and look at my pictures. http://profiles.myspace.com/users/11621681
i constructed you fuck you. you know what you are, your samantic blockage. its fucked up. you dident make me up, i made you up. you got it fucking backwards.
im gonna make my livejournal a friends only thing because i dont want all you faggots looking at it. so if im not friends with you and you care enough add me.
turkey day was good. amesbury lost bad. show lastnight good. rain bad. no job or money bad. broken snare drum bad. carthage demo almost done good. carthage show comming up good. school bad. looks like there are more bads than goods. nothing feels good.
so things seem to make sence in my head but if i share these things with other people they look at me like im splinter from ninja turtles. fugit. i need somthing but im not sure what it is. help.
Live in trailers with no class goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing Taking heartache with hard work Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can't do anything And I shout that you're all fakes And you should have seen the look on your face