the cure said boys dont cry....well i do cause im a man.
this weekend was pretty sweet up until yesterday around 5ish.
partied in waterford friday night.
saturday partied with my big brother jason, it was his 22 bday.happy bday.
fun times with kids i havnt talked to in awhile.
but on the way home i gotta call from my mom that said my grandma could die anytime from now to next weeek. im freaking out.
i wrote this.this morning.
first of all,
i wanna start it off by saying one thing.
i hate being stuck in cars
with more the one person who cant sing.
i hate being broke.
i hate saying i hate my life,
cause its starting to become true,
when it started as a joke.
i hate waking up in the morning
and looking in the mirror.
i hate the fact that i have to
smack my television
for the picture to get clearer.
i hate sticker peelers.
i hate used car shop dealers.
i hate those things on top of ants heads,
i think they call them feelers.
i hate girls who act like sluts, slores and whores,
they think that im interested
when really im just looking for the door.
my life is a bore.
i hate not having enough gas in my car
to go grab a slurpee at the store.
my life is a chore.
i hate being shy.
i hate the fact that i get labeled
for being an asshole,
just because ima guy.
i really like girls who like to smile,
i hate the fact that i havent found one in awhile.
i hate the city of fowlerville
with there snowwy roads.
i hate getting bad news phone calls,
and crying with my eyes closed.
i hate having to pause songs,
i hate having to explain to my best friend driving
that my grandma doesnt have to long.
i hate hospital visits.
i hate i.c.u
i hate the doctors for tellin my family
theres not much more they can do.
i hate the cancer
thats eating away your brain.
your lungs...your bones.
i hate the fact i cant take you home.
i hate sitting in a waiting room
and still feeling alone.
you said "your my protecter"
but theres nothing i can do.
i hate the fact that i cry
every time you say "i love you."
get better grandma please.
partied in waterford friday night.
saturday partied with my big brother jason, it was his 22 bday.happy bday.
fun times with kids i havnt talked to in awhile.
but on the way home i gotta call from my mom that said my grandma could die anytime from now to next weeek. im freaking out.
i wrote this.this morning.
first of all,
i wanna start it off by saying one thing.
i hate being stuck in cars
with more the one person who cant sing.
i hate being broke.
i hate saying i hate my life,
cause its starting to become true,
when it started as a joke.
i hate waking up in the morning
and looking in the mirror.
i hate the fact that i have to
smack my television
for the picture to get clearer.
i hate sticker peelers.
i hate used car shop dealers.
i hate those things on top of ants heads,
i think they call them feelers.
i hate girls who act like sluts, slores and whores,
they think that im interested
when really im just looking for the door.
my life is a bore.
i hate not having enough gas in my car
to go grab a slurpee at the store.
my life is a chore.
i hate being shy.
i hate the fact that i get labeled
for being an asshole,
just because ima guy.
i really like girls who like to smile,
i hate the fact that i havent found one in awhile.
i hate the city of fowlerville
with there snowwy roads.
i hate getting bad news phone calls,
and crying with my eyes closed.
i hate having to pause songs,
i hate having to explain to my best friend driving
that my grandma doesnt have to long.
i hate hospital visits.
i hate i.c.u
i hate the doctors for tellin my family
theres not much more they can do.
i hate the cancer
thats eating away your brain.
your lungs...your bones.
i hate the fact i cant take you home.
i hate sitting in a waiting room
and still feeling alone.
you said "your my protecter"
but theres nothing i can do.
i hate the fact that i cry
every time you say "i love you."
get better grandma please.