man, fuck
I really wish I could quit feeling like this. It sucks. I'm trying not to drink. It isn't easy considering it's Friday. I quit my job. Fuck that place. I don't want to suck it up. I want to be upset for fucking once. And I don't want to kiss customer's asses just so I can get a fucking tip. Oh, manual labor. I want to work manual labor. Nothing to horrible. Just like stocking or something. Something where I can just do my job and be alone and I don't have to deal with being all sunny and cherry.
My apologize to everyone again. I love you guys and I think I take it out on you cause I'm just jealous. I'm such a douche bag. --We hurt the ones we love the most. It's a subtle form of compliment.
Stupid boys. I hate them. But I love them.
When I drink I don't want to:
Get in fist fights
Slap people for no reason
Cuss out my friends
Disrespect people I love
Make drunken phone calls
Be blunt
Drink if I'm going to get upset
Drink too much
Have sex (even though it feels so right)
Come onto every girl
Come onto every boy
Drive
Flee the scene of the crime...
I feel like I'm forgetting some things. Should I go out tonight? It's Friday. Is sitting at home miserable what I'm supposed to be doing? I went and talked to a counselor at school today. I felt so cheesy. She was so typical. It's like, I know what my problem is. I want you to tell me how to fix it. I've thought about it and talked about it and written about it and it's not helping. Never the less, I'm going back there. I'm hoping once I can focus and not start blabbering answers that they'll maybe be able to help me.
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks-
And I feel really bad because my sister Jessica wants me to come to her house but it's like a 3 hour drive there and back and I really fucking hate it but I really want to see them and I feel like a jerk.
My apologize to everyone again. I love you guys and I think I take it out on you cause I'm just jealous. I'm such a douche bag. --We hurt the ones we love the most. It's a subtle form of compliment.
Stupid boys. I hate them. But I love them.
When I drink I don't want to:
Get in fist fights
Slap people for no reason
Cuss out my friends
Disrespect people I love
Make drunken phone calls
Be blunt
Drink if I'm going to get upset
Drink too much
Have sex (even though it feels so right)
Come onto every girl
Come onto every boy
Drive
Flee the scene of the crime...
I feel like I'm forgetting some things. Should I go out tonight? It's Friday. Is sitting at home miserable what I'm supposed to be doing? I went and talked to a counselor at school today. I felt so cheesy. She was so typical. It's like, I know what my problem is. I want you to tell me how to fix it. I've thought about it and talked about it and written about it and it's not helping. Never the less, I'm going back there. I'm hoping once I can focus and not start blabbering answers that they'll maybe be able to help me.
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks-
And I feel really bad because my sister Jessica wants me to come to her house but it's like a 3 hour drive there and back and I really fucking hate it but I really want to see them and I feel like a jerk.