If you read this.. even if I don't speak to you often, please post a memory of me. It can be anything you want.. it can be good or bad... just so long as it happened. Then post this to your journal to see what people remember about you

im fucking sick of these pussy ass momma's boys that talk shit but they cant back it up... that when they get put in their place they curl up in a ball in the middle of the street... that cry when mommy kicks him out... that cry when a girl punches him in the eye... that talks shit about the only people that will even talk to him when he doesnt get ( Read more... )

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workin... so easy, i get paid to do nothing, oh yeah. broke some kids window out last night and i cut my finger real bad blood all over my diesel shirt. goddammit.

THIS WONT BE FORGOTTEN!!!

last night was kind of interesting, went to the stick, as i go up stairs i look over and i see gibby the singer of panic, so i went and talked to him for a while, really nice guy, hes doing some show tonight at the peacock, its a free show, it starts at 11 so be there... then after that my girlfriend got into a fight and beat up some girl in the ( Read more... )

i take you out with us because i feel bad for you because no one will hang out with you and you disrespect me. word from "G ( Read more... )

this is my ode.
to the kids, who fought side by side
to the kids, who would talk and stay up all night.
to the kids, who made up our lives
to the kids, who fought and lost to time...
I'LL SEE YOU SOON

<3 you know who you are .