HateKillDestroy
Whatsthedealkiddies
Fuck today, it sucked. Got to work a 8 something. Got pissed by noon, Leslie was being a bitch to me for some reason. Sorry that I can't fucking concentrate when all I can think of is the hicky on your neck and the thought that what the fuck, I'm done with this shit. Sorry. Anyway, it didn't get better. Jeane cam in and started bitchin, then Matt was outside so I flipped him off a few times and he smiled at me. I guess he thought I was cute or something, fucking faggot ass looking mother fucker. He looks like one of those deep-throating fags from the abercrombie ads, came to the conclusion today that laying him out wouldnt even be worth it, but Imma do it anyway.
Over the last week or so (since race wars) I purposely didn't talk to Leslie in hopes that maybe she would call me, or invite me out or something, but nothing ever came, so I figure fuck it, why bother caring if it aint gonna come back to me. For over a month I haven't smoked pot, cut down, and quit smoking, and only drank like twice. So The way I see it, I shouldn't bother changing myself if myself isn't good enough in the first place. So to all reading this, fuck it, I'm a fucking drunk, asshole, ex-stoner, bike rider, who doesn't give a damn about anything and wants you all to die. If you don't wanna accept that then don't talk to me, and be prepared to die if you talk shit about me or my homies. Thats it right there, thats me, thats who I am, so if you don't fucking like me then well... fuck you.
Imma go ride soon, cause thats the one thing in the world I can love and not worry about it turning it's back on me, as corny as it sounds. Thats pure fucking love.
Fuck you Blaze 2, down 3, smoke a pack, and just sit back
The Mother fucking Captain
Fuck today, it sucked. Got to work a 8 something. Got pissed by noon, Leslie was being a bitch to me for some reason. Sorry that I can't fucking concentrate when all I can think of is the hicky on your neck and the thought that what the fuck, I'm done with this shit. Sorry. Anyway, it didn't get better. Jeane cam in and started bitchin, then Matt was outside so I flipped him off a few times and he smiled at me. I guess he thought I was cute or something, fucking faggot ass looking mother fucker. He looks like one of those deep-throating fags from the abercrombie ads, came to the conclusion today that laying him out wouldnt even be worth it, but Imma do it anyway.
Over the last week or so (since race wars) I purposely didn't talk to Leslie in hopes that maybe she would call me, or invite me out or something, but nothing ever came, so I figure fuck it, why bother caring if it aint gonna come back to me. For over a month I haven't smoked pot, cut down, and quit smoking, and only drank like twice. So The way I see it, I shouldn't bother changing myself if myself isn't good enough in the first place. So to all reading this, fuck it, I'm a fucking drunk, asshole, ex-stoner, bike rider, who doesn't give a damn about anything and wants you all to die. If you don't wanna accept that then don't talk to me, and be prepared to die if you talk shit about me or my homies. Thats it right there, thats me, thats who I am, so if you don't fucking like me then well... fuck you.
Imma go ride soon, cause thats the one thing in the world I can love and not worry about it turning it's back on me, as corny as it sounds. Thats pure fucking love.
Fuck you Blaze 2, down 3, smoke a pack, and just sit back
The Mother fucking Captain