dont speak
my grandma is in the hospital. she had a heart attack last night.
im pretty fucking stressed out about that...scared too...
scotts mom bought me a bed, so that is good news
i am hoping to be buying a new car pretty soon...just need a couple hundred more dollars
i just want to get away. i feel like a fucking zombie right now. i dont want to do schoolwork, i dont want to talk to anyone, i just want to kinda be blank.
its funny how time flies, you dont know what you've got till its gone, life is a fucking joke sometimes, isnt it??
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
im pretty fucking stressed out about that...scared too...
scotts mom bought me a bed, so that is good news
i am hoping to be buying a new car pretty soon...just need a couple hundred more dollars
i just want to get away. i feel like a fucking zombie right now. i dont want to do schoolwork, i dont want to talk to anyone, i just want to kinda be blank.
its funny how time flies, you dont know what you've got till its gone, life is a fucking joke sometimes, isnt it??
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?