so here i sit at home once again in the same spot that i always seem to be sitting in ( Read more... )

i am getting tattooed in a few hours.
one step closer to throwing my life down the drain.
i can't wait.

i hate this. i hate that. i hate this. i hate that.
days pass by. time slips away. nothing changes. fuck.
this blows. life hasn't given me shit and i'm over it.
the most i've got going for me is an old smiths shirt that i fixed tonight.
fuck it.

there is a light and it never goes out ( Read more... )

just waiting for my clothes to dry so i can put another tardy on my record at school ( Read more... )

i'm sick once again.

i'm screaming for the morning. screaming for a change.
i want the chance to face myself and face a better day.

i hate it. i feel like everything around me is fucked. i've got so many things racing through my head right now. i quit. i just want to quit everything and sort my head out. i'm scared i'll grow tired and fuck my life up. i'm scared my life is already fucked up. i don't know if my life is fine and i'm just bitching about nothing or if it's chaotic ( Read more... )

not too much lately.
i finally play guitar in a band again. it's called liar's parade. be ready.
going outta town this weekend so it should be nice to get away for a little.
i'm ready for a change. nothing ever happens. my life has become so rountine it's disgusting.
i take joy division way too seriously.

i know i'm unloveable

final expression is the best band i have ever done.
i miss everything about that band.