I'm just fucking done. Everything, seeminlgy, just winds up either getting thrown back in my face or is just wrong to begin with. Soon, I'll be in the new apartment and away from all of you. If you really need me, follow the fucking yellow brick road, bitch.

I'm ok. I'm still breathing. Thanks.

To all of you who can't lift a fucking finger to help me when I'm feeling down, when you know damn fucking well that I'd do whatever I could to help any of you..no matter how tedious or finite. To you I say this: Choke and fucking burn. I'm sick and fucking tired of being the nice guy ( Read more... )

Yep. Same old shit. I need not bore you with the details.

Anyone have an extra T-Mobile phone I can use?

That when she sees this, she'll delete me. Her essence has deleted my heart.

It's time for a new beginning. Heading into Autumn.

Heading to the show in a little while. Should be fun. Later.

Finally going back to work. Bittersweet. I start back at work on my birthday.

Something about rainy days that brings one down. Fucking a. But I still have the greatest girlfriend ever. Watching Seinfeld right now. I love this show. Life is good. I got my 'Getcha Pull-Dimebag RIP' braclet today. I'm going to wear this fucker until it falls the fuck off. Thank you, Have a nice day.