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every have one of those days....
when u wake up, n u dont rly like your hair, u thijnk ur breaths bad, n u generly dont think u look/feel good n from the offset you know everythings gone shite
a mingin spot that rly pisses u off, nose is red raw after wee col i got, lips all chaped but no lip balm or vassaline to sooth it
u wake up to the angry voices of ur parents, at each others throats for sumfin as stupid as 2 sugars no wan
its pathetic, that a relationship lasting 20years can almost crumble over something as fuckin pathetic as that
when u turn on ur computer, and it sez that ur fans fried, and u cant get on it to see if thiers anything waiting for u, but after the long wait, its a totaly anti climax, and boom, it hits u like a sake of shit in the nuts
todays rly not ma day
u run out to catch ur bus, but passes u as u leave the door, ur taxi get held up in traffic, whichs makes u turn up at the station to watch the train, drive off in the distance, turns out the train that mite just get u to work in time, is deyleyed coza all this bomb shit, and wen u get on its momed....bein pressed up against a stinkin fat guys and a pregnent women isnt the best state for a costraphobic person, and the bumpin of the train, just happens to knock ur headphones out at the fuckin best bit of the song!!
u get to work, drenched in sweat, hairs shite, nose red, lips cracked, sweaty and so thirsty lol, turn up to a manager moanin at u to do sumfin, n the second u stop, u turn around, and just my luck, theres a fuckin manager, they cant turn round wen am carryin half the shop n puutin stock out, or helpin a coustomer get a suit, or ordering things for coustomers, naw, the minute i tok to sum1, or yawn, i turn round nn their staring at me like i have dick written across ma fore head
ur burn ur bed coz u left the straightners on whilst rushing out, come home to yet more angry shouts from ur parents, something u have no excuse for, shud have known better after last time, but cant help but make excuses
u feel so hungry coz umissed breakfast in lunch, loungin in bed feelin sorry for urself, the minute food hits ur tounge, u realise u dont wanna eat it
u hope for a text to go out, seems like every1s forgotten about u
u loose ur key, either in work or the train, to tierd to bother now tbh
icieng on the cake was cumming home to ma mum had cleared out all my memorise, coz wen she get angry she tidys, my signed tom ticket, infact all my signed tickets, all my comic books and magazine, and put some of my most prized football tops in the fuckin charity bags =(, stuff i intended on selling in like 40 years n gettin a fuckin bomb for =(
its prolly best it went to ppl that need it, but still, thats part of am childhood away to bosnia or sumfin
ahwell
hopefully shel be on to cheer me up, always does =)
xx.
when u wake up, n u dont rly like your hair, u thijnk ur breaths bad, n u generly dont think u look/feel good n from the offset you know everythings gone shite
a mingin spot that rly pisses u off, nose is red raw after wee col i got, lips all chaped but no lip balm or vassaline to sooth it
u wake up to the angry voices of ur parents, at each others throats for sumfin as stupid as 2 sugars no wan
its pathetic, that a relationship lasting 20years can almost crumble over something as fuckin pathetic as that
when u turn on ur computer, and it sez that ur fans fried, and u cant get on it to see if thiers anything waiting for u, but after the long wait, its a totaly anti climax, and boom, it hits u like a sake of shit in the nuts
todays rly not ma day
u run out to catch ur bus, but passes u as u leave the door, ur taxi get held up in traffic, whichs makes u turn up at the station to watch the train, drive off in the distance, turns out the train that mite just get u to work in time, is deyleyed coza all this bomb shit, and wen u get on its momed....bein pressed up against a stinkin fat guys and a pregnent women isnt the best state for a costraphobic person, and the bumpin of the train, just happens to knock ur headphones out at the fuckin best bit of the song!!
u get to work, drenched in sweat, hairs shite, nose red, lips cracked, sweaty and so thirsty lol, turn up to a manager moanin at u to do sumfin, n the second u stop, u turn around, and just my luck, theres a fuckin manager, they cant turn round wen am carryin half the shop n puutin stock out, or helpin a coustomer get a suit, or ordering things for coustomers, naw, the minute i tok to sum1, or yawn, i turn round nn their staring at me like i have dick written across ma fore head
ur burn ur bed coz u left the straightners on whilst rushing out, come home to yet more angry shouts from ur parents, something u have no excuse for, shud have known better after last time, but cant help but make excuses
u feel so hungry coz umissed breakfast in lunch, loungin in bed feelin sorry for urself, the minute food hits ur tounge, u realise u dont wanna eat it
u hope for a text to go out, seems like every1s forgotten about u
u loose ur key, either in work or the train, to tierd to bother now tbh
icieng on the cake was cumming home to ma mum had cleared out all my memorise, coz wen she get angry she tidys, my signed tom ticket, infact all my signed tickets, all my comic books and magazine, and put some of my most prized football tops in the fuckin charity bags =(, stuff i intended on selling in like 40 years n gettin a fuckin bomb for =(
its prolly best it went to ppl that need it, but still, thats part of am childhood away to bosnia or sumfin
ahwell
hopefully shel be on to cheer me up, always does =)
xx.