Ugh.
I read all of my friend's journals and they have pretty decent lives. They're not all like bitching about everything that goes on in their lives like me. I always have something to complain about. Like I'm really pissed off right now about a lot of shit. Travis said he's coming over tomorrow to get what's left of his stuff. And I really don't want to see him...ever again. Ths sucks. I have to put all the ripped peices of clothes back in his bag. You know what I think i just might throw it away and like throw his guitar in a ditch. That's good because then there won't be any evidence of the stuff. Travis says he's going to take me to small claims court for destroying his stuff which is really retarded.I'm gonna go throw his ripped up clothes in the garbage and then I'm going to go down on Sherwood Blvd. and throw his guitar in that back ditch thing. I have a better idea I'll go throw it behind the fence in that one guy's yard. Lol. OMFG I just went to throw his shit and I got back and now him and his mom are in the driveway. WTF!