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ive come to another conclusion!!!!
SCREW trying to get with boys. i will gawk at them from afar. like a goose. gawk gawk. now i will focus on more important things, like... finding out different ways to walk to find out if my mom will still love me. and drawing pictures of brains and such. or putting things i found around places that ive been and using my gum to stick them in my little black notebook thing. oh, and staying sober...
just kidding. i got my priorities somewhat straight. i'll eat pizza and play my bass, too.
have you ever wondered why people think that since you pick up a pen and write things down, they assume that they are important to you? i have. my brain likes to think about people i dont know. i make up their own lives in my head and its very interesting. and then i feel bad for them, cos usually something dramatic happens to them, like they get attacked by their own pet monkey and live off of welfare and have to be panhandlers to make enough money for their dying widowed mother, and the reason that they are so angsty at school is because they know that its a waiste of time for them when they could be earning some extra bux to save their parental unit. you know, stuff like that. then i feel sorry for them and it helps me not be so mean. like "the joe." hes got a MESSED up life in my head. and its not because i wish him any pain, i cant cos i dont know him. but he is another character in the mind of RoO that entertains me when i am bored. and that one girl who was VERY mean to me during the summer. i dont hate her becos shes probly dealing with some bad things in her life, as well. but i dont make up her story. i gave up. i mean, i cant be the ONLY one that has issues. im not that important. i do wish i knew why she said those things to me, though. it would have been funnier if she wasnt making things up about me to bash my name around school. she could have at least ASKED me to tell her horrible things about myself. i think that would have made a lot more sense. but oh well. what happened, happened.
SCREW trying to get with boys. i will gawk at them from afar. like a goose. gawk gawk. now i will focus on more important things, like... finding out different ways to walk to find out if my mom will still love me. and drawing pictures of brains and such. or putting things i found around places that ive been and using my gum to stick them in my little black notebook thing. oh, and staying sober...
just kidding. i got my priorities somewhat straight. i'll eat pizza and play my bass, too.
have you ever wondered why people think that since you pick up a pen and write things down, they assume that they are important to you? i have. my brain likes to think about people i dont know. i make up their own lives in my head and its very interesting. and then i feel bad for them, cos usually something dramatic happens to them, like they get attacked by their own pet monkey and live off of welfare and have to be panhandlers to make enough money for their dying widowed mother, and the reason that they are so angsty at school is because they know that its a waiste of time for them when they could be earning some extra bux to save their parental unit. you know, stuff like that. then i feel sorry for them and it helps me not be so mean. like "the joe." hes got a MESSED up life in my head. and its not because i wish him any pain, i cant cos i dont know him. but he is another character in the mind of RoO that entertains me when i am bored. and that one girl who was VERY mean to me during the summer. i dont hate her becos shes probly dealing with some bad things in her life, as well. but i dont make up her story. i gave up. i mean, i cant be the ONLY one that has issues. im not that important. i do wish i knew why she said those things to me, though. it would have been funnier if she wasnt making things up about me to bash my name around school. she could have at least ASKED me to tell her horrible things about myself. i think that would have made a lot more sense. but oh well. what happened, happened.