Jun 06, 2003 08:39
its 840 in the morning. i have to walk to work in twenty minutes, ill probably be late and get yelled at. it takes me an hour to walk there.
no pity, please. it was my choice to be in this situation.
ive done nothing really whatsoever to do anything to improve my life. other than have mostly great friends, which is the norm. im gonna hate work. dont know why im going in early. havent showered probably wont either. ears are back to half inch, great. no.
im probably going to be real low for the next few weeks, i can feel it coming.
fuck everything.
none of it means much anyways.
fuck you. all of you. ha, im so 'misunderstood' nope. just angry most of the time. and dont care abut things nearly as much as i 'should'
i just want to play shows everynight. set up shows for us.
one of the only times nothing matters and everything feels good.