rantings
i dont like school that much anymore, its to boreing and dosent keep my attention. i hate doing things the hard way because they dont think we have been exposed to the material before, im not doing good in it at all and it only get me more pissed off. i dont feel like doing anything with my life anymore. i went for a run/walk the day, i ran to the baker wood lot and then walked arround in it while it was raining, i was overwelmed by the feeling the world/tecnology/liveing easyer sucks. i hate it. i hate this damn computer, even if it is the only way i get to talk to my friends... i hate people as a whole, this world and everything in it seems so currupt or at least tainted by the fith that is "humanity" i wish i was a native amarican from about 600 years ago just liveing off the land, yes i know they had problems with fighting one another but as humans that is something we do, something all animals do. i have nothing against war, infact i think that we neeed to go to war, it is a response of overpopulation, when are we going to bust out the nukes and just get the human race over with??? humanity is savage. i think some horable things but is the world realy going to survive anywhey? i dont think so. i wish the world was covered with forests and deserts and lakes and swamps and mountans, not vast cities of concrete and steel. i look at cities and see macko energy being pulled from the ground to fuil our easyer lifestyles only to watch the world become shrivialed and barren.
life makes me want to die, the only thing thats keeping me alive is trying to make people happy expecialy my few friends and most of all heather because i would want to live even less if i hurt her
This house is full of ears but I can't talk to anyone
They've heard this one a thousand times
Most exciting thing I do - hang half way out a third floor window,
maybe throw lit cigarettes down
And maybe I'll catch fire
something warm to hold me
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind
All that evil shit's not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice.
This house is full of eyes but I can't look at anyone
They've seen this face a thousand times
Most relaxing thing I do - hang half way out a third floor window,
and look at rocks if I fall out
Well maybe I'll fall hard
Something tough to break me
Something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain
Sorry I don't even know your name
I guess for me it's easy this way.
Maybe I'll catch fire
Something warm to hold me
Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind
All that evil shit's not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice
im not motivated to do anything
how can anyone be happy with someone who isnt happy with themself...
life makes me want to die, the only thing thats keeping me alive is trying to make people happy expecialy my few friends and most of all heather because i would want to live even less if i hurt her
This house is full of ears but I can't talk to anyone
They've heard this one a thousand times
Most exciting thing I do - hang half way out a third floor window,
maybe throw lit cigarettes down
And maybe I'll catch fire
something warm to hold me
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind
All that evil shit's not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice.
This house is full of eyes but I can't look at anyone
They've seen this face a thousand times
Most relaxing thing I do - hang half way out a third floor window,
and look at rocks if I fall out
Well maybe I'll fall hard
Something tough to break me
Something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain
Sorry I don't even know your name
I guess for me it's easy this way.
Maybe I'll catch fire
Something warm to hold me
Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind
All that evil shit's not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice
im not motivated to do anything
how can anyone be happy with someone who isnt happy with themself...