Fuck. This. Shit.

"Are you alright?"

Single-most difficult question for me to come up with an honest answer for.

Probably cause I don't know the answer. And is it bad that I'm okay with that?

Yeah. It probably is.

Right, so it's been a while...in fact been a looooooong while. And all I've been doing is playing bass. Like really, Saturday nights? Bass. 6 in the morning on a Tuesday? Bass. When I should be writing an essay for English? Bass ( Read more... )

So vacation is just about done. About god damn time. It was relatively boring with the exception of going to Boston for 5 days and getting into an argue with a scientologist over their stupid personality test and I shook the foundation of his faith and he's now rethinking his stance. w00t ( Read more... )

It's ever so fucking obvious that all your problems are my fault, and that I need to play both roles here. I mean why doesn't my life revolve around you? Saying no to you because I have school and college to worry about as well as obligations years old, is obviously so disrespectful to you because you're family, who has always supported me in ( Read more... )

I've never felt so invisible. I know I have friends, but alot of times its like im not even there and I hate it. Just once it would be nice for someone to go out of their way to even talk to me. Oh well, the only ones that probably would are permantly attached at the hip and lips with someone else.

Some days are like licking icing off a spatula. Today was more like trying to staple jello to a brick.

That is all.

Dear Pseudo Rebellious Teen ( Read more... )

Okay so my past 3 days. (brought to you with arrows because im to lazy to speak correct english ( Read more... )

Some feelings just never go away. And I'm thoroughly annoyed by this fact.

Oh well.

Good day. Olive Garden and manhunt make for good days. I've gotta say though I want school to start to get my mind off things, but something tells me that I'm going to be looking my problems in the face at school anyways.