Goodbye Dear Sir
I just wrote my journal 30 minutes ago, but I was stupid. I started looking at bruce lee pictures and erased everything I just fucking wrote. Jesus Christ. Life is just so god damn stupid sometimes. You work so hard, just so you can fall back down to the bottom of the pit. I mean every day is the same god damn bullshit. I gotta get ready for work approximately 8 fucking hours from now. It's really gay. I'm working 6 days a week, just to get a shit ass car thats going to bust down in a few years. The only thing to look forward to in this god forsaken town are my friends. It's really depressing here. Nothing ever happens. It's the type of place where everything just stops... Nothing happens... You get old, you wither and you die... not a quick death. But a very slow death. No fun, No excitement, no time for drama. Just continuous shit.
I'm sitting here, trying to think about what i'm going to be doing 1 year from now... and to tell you the truth... I don't know. I honestly don't know. My grades are bellow college standards. My teachers are fucking me over. I'm like the biggest kiss ass you'll ever meet when it comes to teachers. I'll lick their butt hole for a good grade. But in the end, i just get fucked over by the bitch. I can't stay in Boca Raton forever. This town is dead to me. All my memories in this town have been great. But now its the future. It's a new era. It's time for me to fucking stop imagining.
I probably sound pissed to you right now. But i'm really not. I'm just sad that a great friend who I just recently met this year, is leaving Florida. It's like, everytime something good happens in this shit hole town. Something bad happens to off set the balance. I just hope you have a great time in Minnesota my friend. Everyone here is going to miss having you here. You have been a great asset to this place and it's going to be hard to see you go, but wherever you are... I hope you know we'll always be here for you. So here I am, sitting down in the dark... mourning the new days arrival.
I'm sitting here, trying to think about what i'm going to be doing 1 year from now... and to tell you the truth... I don't know. I honestly don't know. My grades are bellow college standards. My teachers are fucking me over. I'm like the biggest kiss ass you'll ever meet when it comes to teachers. I'll lick their butt hole for a good grade. But in the end, i just get fucked over by the bitch. I can't stay in Boca Raton forever. This town is dead to me. All my memories in this town have been great. But now its the future. It's a new era. It's time for me to fucking stop imagining.
I probably sound pissed to you right now. But i'm really not. I'm just sad that a great friend who I just recently met this year, is leaving Florida. It's like, everytime something good happens in this shit hole town. Something bad happens to off set the balance. I just hope you have a great time in Minnesota my friend. Everyone here is going to miss having you here. You have been a great asset to this place and it's going to be hard to see you go, but wherever you are... I hope you know we'll always be here for you. So here I am, sitting down in the dark... mourning the new days arrival.