fuck you
ever get the feeling that everything is stupid, meaningless, pointless?
when i think too much...thats how i feel. and then i get mad at myself for feeling such cliched emotions. but when you think about it, everything is a cliche, sorta. ("i am a cliche"..mmm...ze loverly x-ray spex)(i love spelling loverly with that r. it makes it...i dunno. happy. its a happy r)like nothings original and crap so...whenever people think theyre being profound theyre really just stating things that have already been said, somewhere else. i know ive written about this before so this very paragraph is redundant but i just cant get over it... lifes just weird sometimes. high school, growing up. im just...a misfit i guess. i really dont feel like i fit in anywhere. you can dress me up however, coat my face in makeup, and give me lines to recite and i still wont be able to deny the fact that i have a hell of a hard time trying to relate to people my own fucken age. its easier to talk to adults than to talk to teenagers. i AM a teenager. what the hells wrong with me, i dunno. sometimes i wish i could just grow up and stop thinking and questioning everything. but then i dont think i would like myself so much. not that i like myself now but at least i have respect for myself. if i went through life under the pretense that i find everything to be great, fine, and dandy (weird word) then i'd just be an insincere fake whore. its like the dead kennedys said, "I'd rather stay a child and keep my self respect if being an adult means being like YOU".
you being sell out adults who accept their fates and their snug suburban homes, (or safe european homes) (god that songs stuck in my head. rudie come, from jamaica, rudie cant fail) content to just play their stupid predictable parts shit i WISH i wouldnt fucking RAMBLE on all the TIME about this same CRAP thats it, entries done.
(oooh was that hc or what, fuckers)
when i think too much...thats how i feel. and then i get mad at myself for feeling such cliched emotions. but when you think about it, everything is a cliche, sorta. ("i am a cliche"..mmm...ze loverly x-ray spex)(i love spelling loverly with that r. it makes it...i dunno. happy. its a happy r)like nothings original and crap so...whenever people think theyre being profound theyre really just stating things that have already been said, somewhere else. i know ive written about this before so this very paragraph is redundant but i just cant get over it... lifes just weird sometimes. high school, growing up. im just...a misfit i guess. i really dont feel like i fit in anywhere. you can dress me up however, coat my face in makeup, and give me lines to recite and i still wont be able to deny the fact that i have a hell of a hard time trying to relate to people my own fucken age. its easier to talk to adults than to talk to teenagers. i AM a teenager. what the hells wrong with me, i dunno. sometimes i wish i could just grow up and stop thinking and questioning everything. but then i dont think i would like myself so much. not that i like myself now but at least i have respect for myself. if i went through life under the pretense that i find everything to be great, fine, and dandy (weird word) then i'd just be an insincere fake whore. its like the dead kennedys said, "I'd rather stay a child and keep my self respect if being an adult means being like YOU".
you being sell out adults who accept their fates and their snug suburban homes, (or safe european homes) (god that songs stuck in my head. rudie come, from jamaica, rudie cant fail) content to just play their stupid predictable parts shit i WISH i wouldnt fucking RAMBLE on all the TIME about this same CRAP thats it, entries done.
(oooh was that hc or what, fuckers)