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so chris smith and his friend come over to fix my car. i give them the keys and lay down on the couch just to have the cat jump on my face and rip it open. ok ok, i'm up! fuck! asshole. i'm bleeding out of my face. i make coffee, go outside and lite one up, have a beer put in my hand, and forget about the coffee.
get the shit in my car and the battery is so dead it wont start. so we try to jump it. not much luck. BUT we pop the clutch and it goes.. eventually.
so i drive it around for about an hour and a half, go see my mom, tell her the awesome news about the new job and the car, i back out of the parking lot... and the car stops. wont turn back on.
so you have my mom in the driver seat, me and the mail lady for that complex pushing the shit out of the car and mom pops the clutch. i drive it home, turn it off, and the bitch still wont start again.
great i drive a go cart that only works when it wants to!!! SWWEEEEETTTAAAA.
now if only you could see me i'd be kicking my car and giving it the fuckin finger right now. FUCK YOU!
annnnddddd... i dont know if i could handle my life if it wasn't full of poor choices and fuck yous.
do you follow your heart or do you follow your brain?
how much satisfactory do you get out of either? either youre left never knowing, and it drives you crazy, or your left heartbroken and or full of animosity and wanting to kill something.
do you try to drive life with both? how fucking hard is that. constantly pulling yourself in 2 directions or just simply at a stand still trying to figure out just how to go about shit.
me, i just run head first into shit and go which ever way is screaming at my the loudest. and its almost always, a poor choice. but its better then never knowing. and what doesnt kill you only makes you stronger. or so i've heard. not sure if thats true or if you just become numb to everything.
i feel like i always know what the out come will be but i'm gunna do it anyway. setting myself up just to be let down. and see it coming the whole time but i still try. WHY?! whats the point?!?!?!?! some one put me out of my misery. false hope will always get the best of my actions unless they are driven from hate. i'm blowing my brains out. right now.
i'm hitting the whiskey again. i need a distraction. dont want to think about boys. dont want to think about my car. dont want to think about how broke i am.
so lets get fucked ass up. ok GO!
shawing!
so chris smith and his friend come over to fix my car. i give them the keys and lay down on the couch just to have the cat jump on my face and rip it open. ok ok, i'm up! fuck! asshole. i'm bleeding out of my face. i make coffee, go outside and lite one up, have a beer put in my hand, and forget about the coffee.
get the shit in my car and the battery is so dead it wont start. so we try to jump it. not much luck. BUT we pop the clutch and it goes.. eventually.
so i drive it around for about an hour and a half, go see my mom, tell her the awesome news about the new job and the car, i back out of the parking lot... and the car stops. wont turn back on.
so you have my mom in the driver seat, me and the mail lady for that complex pushing the shit out of the car and mom pops the clutch. i drive it home, turn it off, and the bitch still wont start again.
great i drive a go cart that only works when it wants to!!! SWWEEEEETTTAAAA.
now if only you could see me i'd be kicking my car and giving it the fuckin finger right now. FUCK YOU!
annnnddddd... i dont know if i could handle my life if it wasn't full of poor choices and fuck yous.
do you follow your heart or do you follow your brain?
how much satisfactory do you get out of either? either youre left never knowing, and it drives you crazy, or your left heartbroken and or full of animosity and wanting to kill something.
do you try to drive life with both? how fucking hard is that. constantly pulling yourself in 2 directions or just simply at a stand still trying to figure out just how to go about shit.
me, i just run head first into shit and go which ever way is screaming at my the loudest. and its almost always, a poor choice. but its better then never knowing. and what doesnt kill you only makes you stronger. or so i've heard. not sure if thats true or if you just become numb to everything.
i feel like i always know what the out come will be but i'm gunna do it anyway. setting myself up just to be let down. and see it coming the whole time but i still try. WHY?! whats the point?!?!?!?! some one put me out of my misery. false hope will always get the best of my actions unless they are driven from hate. i'm blowing my brains out. right now.
i'm hitting the whiskey again. i need a distraction. dont want to think about boys. dont want to think about my car. dont want to think about how broke i am.
so lets get fucked ass up. ok GO!
shawing!