Cry away the day, baby. I'll wipe away your tears.
Billy's sick and it makes me sad.
I'm wasting my summer. It's completely ridiculous. I have done nothing but waste away the days by myself in my house, watching tv and getting fat. For serious. I need something to do, somewhere to be, and something to look forward to. I hate that I'm so concerned with entries getting too long that I've stopped thinking on a remotely deep level. I don't think of anything as serious anymore. I don't remember thigns from the day before because I have cared so little about them. What I need to realize is that a bunch of my friends are leaving this summer and not coming back to school with me. I've stopped treasuring things. I've stopped getting nervous around new people. I've stopped caring what I look like or how I appear. I've stopped caring wether or not I'm respected or missed or cared for. I want something to do but the second I come up with an idea, it's pushed aside by a new livejournal comment or a myspace message or an IM. I'm sick of the computer. I'm sick of the tv (minus Doodlebops, the new Disney show I discovered this morning. Greatest show everrrr). I want to get out and DO something. Someone tell me you agree and we can do something. Please? I need to find my bike or get back on my skatebaord(not that I skateboard well mind you, the last two times I tried I thrashed my knee.) It's funny that I'm complaining about how I abuse technology and here I am, complaining about it on the internet, sitting in my dining room at the computer. It's disgusting.
I'm wasting my summer. It's completely ridiculous. I have done nothing but waste away the days by myself in my house, watching tv and getting fat. For serious. I need something to do, somewhere to be, and something to look forward to. I hate that I'm so concerned with entries getting too long that I've stopped thinking on a remotely deep level. I don't think of anything as serious anymore. I don't remember thigns from the day before because I have cared so little about them. What I need to realize is that a bunch of my friends are leaving this summer and not coming back to school with me. I've stopped treasuring things. I've stopped getting nervous around new people. I've stopped caring what I look like or how I appear. I've stopped caring wether or not I'm respected or missed or cared for. I want something to do but the second I come up with an idea, it's pushed aside by a new livejournal comment or a myspace message or an IM. I'm sick of the computer. I'm sick of the tv (minus Doodlebops, the new Disney show I discovered this morning. Greatest show everrrr). I want to get out and DO something. Someone tell me you agree and we can do something. Please? I need to find my bike or get back on my skatebaord(not that I skateboard well mind you, the last two times I tried I thrashed my knee.) It's funny that I'm complaining about how I abuse technology and here I am, complaining about it on the internet, sitting in my dining room at the computer. It's disgusting.