Dad,

Hello. How are you? Good, I hope. Actually, no, I don't hope for that. I honestly hope you fucking die. Want to know why? Because you're a fucking bastard. You take everything I fucking say and twist it around. You manipulate me. You make me out to be a complete fucking dumbass. What kind of a father are you? I honestly and hopefully wish that ( Read more... )

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Punk rock love is fucking behind the dumpster down the street from the show. Fucking in the shower at the Hotel Carlton. Making out in the recycle bin. Looking at her tattoos while she's asleep. Taking showers together. Playing checkers with cigarette butts. Watching her band play.

Dumpstering veggies together and then going back to her place and ( Read more... )

Hmmm... blah. Well, to start this bitchfest off, I would like to say that I have a headache and no amount of anything is making it go away. Now, onto more important things ( Read more... )

"Hey, ain't life wonderful? Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful... Isn't everything wonderful now?"

I close my eyes when I get too sad
I think thoughts that I know are bad
Close my eyes and I count to ten
Hope it's over when I open them

I want the things that I had before
Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door
I wish I could count to ten
Make everything be ( Read more... )