Scarecrow On A Cross
Holymotherfuckingshit.
I hate waking up early unwillingly, I hate traveling, I hate relatives, I hate loud noises, I hate kids, I hate being dizzy, I hate playgrounds, I hate church, I hate being late, I hate it I hate it I hate it.
Why is it that when everyone wants to be early, I am late. And when I want to be early, everyone else it late? Am I the only dork here that gets motion sickness when I go on a swing? Oh, the questions of life that I'm too impatient to answer.
And because I felt like throwing up while on the swing, I just sat there, looking emo in my awesome emo outfit, with OK Go filling my ears (they've been in my ears for the whole day).
Y'know, I had emo dreams.
Last night, I dreamt of crying really really hard, and my brother was hugging me. I think we were watching some movie. I have no idea. But it's an emo dream, yes.
I also recall a dream I had while my mom was out of town. I dreamt that she came in through the door, and we talked as if she never left. And I felt like shit when I woke up.
I like laughing at emo people. I don't like being called emo unless it's used to poke at myself, or for sarcasm. But damn, man. I am just fucking hating the world right now. How emo can you get?
prisongates, I'm sorry I didn't make it on time.
It's all my family's fault, seriously. I'll catch you next time.