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I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war, If you can tell me something worth fighting for.
Things have been pretty good. I like being with Andrew a lot, I'm always smiling when I'm with him. Allstate last night was a drag, I got really nervous and did pretty awful on sight reading, oh well. I got my report card; A's and B's, the parents are proud. I'm sick of fights in my house, Frank went to Vermont for the weekend and my dad's not taking us so we're here with my mom, who's headed up to Nashua for the day with my brother which leaves the whole house to myself, nice.
I dislike the fact that I at times have TOO MUCH sympathy for people, and I feel for them even when I shouldn't. I know I'm just feeding into it. I also dislike when people talk about weed like it's their job, stfu, you're not the only who who gets high dude; and you don't have to talk about it 24/7 in your live journal. I'm looking out my window and all I see are naked trees, dead leaves on the cold earth, no wind, bland skies; it feels dead. Why does everything feel dead to me? Things are good, but there are always two sides to me, two voices screaming two different things about one issue and there is always a melee within myself in discovering which voice to listen to.
Things have been pretty good. I like being with Andrew a lot, I'm always smiling when I'm with him. Allstate last night was a drag, I got really nervous and did pretty awful on sight reading, oh well. I got my report card; A's and B's, the parents are proud. I'm sick of fights in my house, Frank went to Vermont for the weekend and my dad's not taking us so we're here with my mom, who's headed up to Nashua for the day with my brother which leaves the whole house to myself, nice.
I dislike the fact that I at times have TOO MUCH sympathy for people, and I feel for them even when I shouldn't. I know I'm just feeding into it. I also dislike when people talk about weed like it's their job, stfu, you're not the only who who gets high dude; and you don't have to talk about it 24/7 in your live journal. I'm looking out my window and all I see are naked trees, dead leaves on the cold earth, no wind, bland skies; it feels dead. Why does everything feel dead to me? Things are good, but there are always two sides to me, two voices screaming two different things about one issue and there is always a melee within myself in discovering which voice to listen to.