ok, ive spent too much time thinking about the title
ok, so im sitting here thinking id probly be better off in mass, or if alyssa moved here, and how much my love life sucks and ive fucked up so many times and i should take peters advice and not worry about it....but my chances of actually meeting alyssa r small until like, next year, and im an impatient little fuck, if anything cool were to happen, id probly fuck it up, and i cant just not worry about it, theres things i want to happen, and even though there not happening, im also a hopeful little fuck. we have this show friday, and as hopeful as i am to hook up with someone afterwards, doubt it will happen, but if it does, i dont think i would do anything cause...i dont know y....fuck,
everything sucks
this wont be the last time you hear me complain
i know too many songs that scrape the surface of how i feel and i am not talented enough to write my own song. fucking-a, theres things i want to write in here but im not going to, because people r actually reading this and knowing my luck ill probly fuck myself over even more by mentioning fucking names
fuck
theres gotta be something i can do
probly not
this sucks
alot
its one oclock, and im still in bed
but i dont wanna leave here just yet
whats for me on the tv
too much time to sit and think
months go by faster than days
bills are due and i still cant pay
there has got to be something more
then these lyrics of angst and porn
feels so good now
i dont want out
i have never known anything before
brings me to my knees, keeps me on the floor
i still know you girl, what your thinking of
sorry i cant stay, a thousand miles away
im so sick of writing songs
about the girls that broke my heart
but i know im not done
dont look now here comes another one
id get a job, but id just quit
stay in bed i hit snooze again
safe inside, you cant get hit
take one answer then your an addict
mark morris, u r awsome. he serisously writes the coolest songs and i swear he stalked me and wrote about me. no. too hopeful.
ok, im off to sleep dreams of alyssa, dreams of other girls and how much things suck....poo.....crap...fuck....
write a response and help me feel better..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
everything sucks
this wont be the last time you hear me complain
i know too many songs that scrape the surface of how i feel and i am not talented enough to write my own song. fucking-a, theres things i want to write in here but im not going to, because people r actually reading this and knowing my luck ill probly fuck myself over even more by mentioning fucking names
fuck
theres gotta be something i can do
probly not
this sucks
alot
its one oclock, and im still in bed
but i dont wanna leave here just yet
whats for me on the tv
too much time to sit and think
months go by faster than days
bills are due and i still cant pay
there has got to be something more
then these lyrics of angst and porn
feels so good now
i dont want out
i have never known anything before
brings me to my knees, keeps me on the floor
i still know you girl, what your thinking of
sorry i cant stay, a thousand miles away
im so sick of writing songs
about the girls that broke my heart
but i know im not done
dont look now here comes another one
id get a job, but id just quit
stay in bed i hit snooze again
safe inside, you cant get hit
take one answer then your an addict
mark morris, u r awsome. he serisously writes the coolest songs and i swear he stalked me and wrote about me. no. too hopeful.
ok, im off to sleep dreams of alyssa, dreams of other girls and how much things suck....poo.....crap...fuck....
write a response and help me feel better..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................