why do boys gotta b cute sometimes, makes life enriched with desire i'd say.
it's just seems to be hard to c anybody...
but goddamn what a saturday night spent, waiting on three bars
gaddamn gaddamn...
makes me wish i had a good excuse to come home to.

haha, problems solved. void filled. 2 jello shots and 2 firebombs later... and i find myself drunk. everywhere i needed to be all at the right moment, and honestly guyzz the shit just came together. 46 minutes later and i was able to respond to the memory... and everywhere the cinnoman spews i was able to referbish. i've found a little hope for ( Read more... )

i know i shouldn't be here but... look at this void man ( Read more... )

good news guys the temp. hit the dew point leading to precipitation, then the temp dropped below freezing and therefore we have snow. hopefully i can sleep and it will disappear, but it'll with still rain all weekend.

why is it everytime i get physical with a boy, all sense of self control goes out the window.

its because they don't have any to begin with.

the other side of the world called today. and i just blew it off like it was any other state calling. blast my apathy.

its that time again. where my ambition is trumped by my anxieties. where all the most rational thoughts in my head sound unspeakable when i need to share them the most. therefore im left speaking in methaphor, and all that i want to say is left unsaid. it's just that, if i say it... it's gunna sound wrong later. only because the person who needs to ( Read more... )

i had different friends along time ago
now i just do homework.

i had a dream i was doing homework with my old crew, and ironically i would have rather woken up before dark then stay there. lol.

those people deleted me off their friends page too so all the more giggles.

My life:

hours of homework
take a break from homework and go to work (where i can't do homework)
and then go to bed and not sleep enough because i have homework to do.

i don't want friends.
i don't want happy.
i just want a better life,

and karate,

and maybe to see duckbomb at palmer hall?

what the fuck are you suppose to do when you arn't very good at telling a lie, but are unable to even dare to bring the right questions to consciousness.

you sound alot like me with a boyfriend.