see the shit or see my soul
I put my pill down around here somewhere. Or did I take it? I can never remember.
I didn't get any homework done. I starting writing my imformative essay. I'd have to admit I was drunk in doing so, and it's good thus far. But I've decided this last week has been laid in vain and I'm pushing and running to feel nothing through means of self-medication. We won't don't do that anymore. I'd like to take my own advice and say this is just another one, shake it off and get back out there. But he begged me not to burn him, and yet he threw the match my way. What is it with people that think they can be friends immediatley after the 'moving too fast'? The consistancy has got me thinking what am I doing wrong (and only I)? It's all so inevitable. He'll say "It's not you it's me", but not at all that cliche. I'll tell you how it ends. When I move on you will decide to miss me. I'll think of you from time to time, and how you are. But you'll be put in the basket with all the others and maybe you could start a club on myspace and talk about the intense yet short while affliated with me. There will be blogs refering to my brillance, and words that utter it could work out (someday). They call themselves assholes because deep down they're really just trying to be nice about it. Fuck.
I'm becoming mostly obsessed with songs and movies again. I feel like they are all I have. I can pretend they were written for me and there is nobody there to argue with that. I have my Jetta my father made for me, and Patty back in my life, and Tricias always been there and im not really sure why I would ask for anything else because it those people that know me better than myself. There is Tom whom give the most exellence of advice, yet never take his own; but I have a feeling a certain female will bring this breif bonding to a hault. These people know to let me cool off when I'm overheating. Know that in the next ten minutes I'm going to feel like a jerk, and kick my self for the sake of owning up to hypocracy. Ten minutes passed. "Don't you hate it when it turns our you're the asshole?"
I didn't get any homework done. I starting writing my imformative essay. I'd have to admit I was drunk in doing so, and it's good thus far. But I've decided this last week has been laid in vain and I'm pushing and running to feel nothing through means of self-medication. We won't don't do that anymore. I'd like to take my own advice and say this is just another one, shake it off and get back out there. But he begged me not to burn him, and yet he threw the match my way. What is it with people that think they can be friends immediatley after the 'moving too fast'? The consistancy has got me thinking what am I doing wrong (and only I)? It's all so inevitable. He'll say "It's not you it's me", but not at all that cliche. I'll tell you how it ends. When I move on you will decide to miss me. I'll think of you from time to time, and how you are. But you'll be put in the basket with all the others and maybe you could start a club on myspace and talk about the intense yet short while affliated with me. There will be blogs refering to my brillance, and words that utter it could work out (someday). They call themselves assholes because deep down they're really just trying to be nice about it. Fuck.
I'm becoming mostly obsessed with songs and movies again. I feel like they are all I have. I can pretend they were written for me and there is nobody there to argue with that. I have my Jetta my father made for me, and Patty back in my life, and Tricias always been there and im not really sure why I would ask for anything else because it those people that know me better than myself. There is Tom whom give the most exellence of advice, yet never take his own; but I have a feeling a certain female will bring this breif bonding to a hault. These people know to let me cool off when I'm overheating. Know that in the next ten minutes I'm going to feel like a jerk, and kick my self for the sake of owning up to hypocracy. Ten minutes passed. "Don't you hate it when it turns our you're the asshole?"