eh
you know those feelings in the middle of the night where your just like...
what the fuck am i doing?
those shits suck, i hate going thru them, especially since it's becoming an every night thing.
the only thing that stops it, is being drunk, or getting high. it's the truth that i'll admit. no one has the balls to tell the truth anymore. if you guy get or get drunk. your most likely doing it for a reason. SOME people do it for fun, but for the most part you do it to get rid of some shitty feeling you have deep inside of you that you don't want peeps to know cuz your suppose to be a fucking badass. get it out. don't hold it in, do you want to become a homeless 22 year old thats addicted to meth cuz you were scared to show your friends how you truely feel?
besides that it's been a pretty fun weekend.
thanks to all my homies that stayed and fucking partied hardy this weekend.
i seriouslly will NEVER forget these weekends and the times that we all had.
it's fucking memorable. the things i've seen the things i've done, the peeps i met the peeps i hate. it's been the most reckless year. every weekend man, get fucked up, get fucked. having my girl there to. i can't wait for it to get warm out, god fucking dam. the thoughts of driving to the beach on like a saturday afternoon with her, listening to music not caring about anything is something i miss so incredibly much. it's sumthing i haven't done in so long, but i would give the world to have. even just smoking a ciggy on the deck with the person i love would be, the best feeling.
the world could seriouslly end tomorrow, and i would KNOW that i lived my life and die proud! the only thing that would suck would be... not knowing the feeling of marriage, not even the marriage part. just the asking part, that part is crazy, it's like getting your first girlfriend. it's just like wow, i'm married. i hope i get to do everything i wanna do before i die, i'll accept the fact of dying, but it's just a bummer thinking, if i die in the war or whatever, i won't see my friends grow up and be able to see them live a happy life and see them get married have kids and be able to drink a cold one like we do now.
i'll never forget you fuckers, not one of you.
not evn the ones i don't talk to!
why am i sounding like i'm gonna die?!?
trust guys, there will be no suicide in this book. i'm a fucking trooper, if your reading this... then you must know that.
but to my boys and to my girls
never forget anything, REMEMEBER the times we had.
it will help you survive.
well while i'm here, i'm gonna keep talking, cuz i can't sleep.
this weekend was amazing.
friday i went to a kegger in sey MORE. haha, it was fun. i meant some peeps there. got cool with some kid i use to have probs. with. got fucked with my homies.
i ended up getting a ride home from my friend jimmy then i woke up the next morning with like a gallon of beer on my floor that my mom found. hahahaha.imissher. it was fucking interesting. but yeah, then from there i had an interview at XPECT, i got the job :-D i was so happy, i can't wait to not be a bum and have some mula. should be nice. from there me and mi mama went on a tv hunt, lets just say, no. came home thought about gouing to smithfest but didn't cuz i'm an idiot. so i got weeeded up with greg and jess and jenry, weird. came back and got my car! it works so nice now!.
picked up mandalicious and we got a drinking. i had alot of fun, except for the shit mandy pulled. but that was stupid. but besides that she was the shit.
sunday - nothing really, woke up at mikes with NO clue what happened the night before and went home, showered then got to become close friends with ang and gemma again. then went to the gym with greg and ang, came home. then hung out with manda for the rest of the day, all we did was sleep. came up with a pokemon charector, pretty sick!
now i'vebeen home since and anton owes me 5 bucks haha that fuck. but yea go colts, smoke, and get krunk.
much love,
kevin.
what the fuck am i doing?
those shits suck, i hate going thru them, especially since it's becoming an every night thing.
the only thing that stops it, is being drunk, or getting high. it's the truth that i'll admit. no one has the balls to tell the truth anymore. if you guy get or get drunk. your most likely doing it for a reason. SOME people do it for fun, but for the most part you do it to get rid of some shitty feeling you have deep inside of you that you don't want peeps to know cuz your suppose to be a fucking badass. get it out. don't hold it in, do you want to become a homeless 22 year old thats addicted to meth cuz you were scared to show your friends how you truely feel?
besides that it's been a pretty fun weekend.
thanks to all my homies that stayed and fucking partied hardy this weekend.
i seriouslly will NEVER forget these weekends and the times that we all had.
it's fucking memorable. the things i've seen the things i've done, the peeps i met the peeps i hate. it's been the most reckless year. every weekend man, get fucked up, get fucked. having my girl there to. i can't wait for it to get warm out, god fucking dam. the thoughts of driving to the beach on like a saturday afternoon with her, listening to music not caring about anything is something i miss so incredibly much. it's sumthing i haven't done in so long, but i would give the world to have. even just smoking a ciggy on the deck with the person i love would be, the best feeling.
the world could seriouslly end tomorrow, and i would KNOW that i lived my life and die proud! the only thing that would suck would be... not knowing the feeling of marriage, not even the marriage part. just the asking part, that part is crazy, it's like getting your first girlfriend. it's just like wow, i'm married. i hope i get to do everything i wanna do before i die, i'll accept the fact of dying, but it's just a bummer thinking, if i die in the war or whatever, i won't see my friends grow up and be able to see them live a happy life and see them get married have kids and be able to drink a cold one like we do now.
i'll never forget you fuckers, not one of you.
not evn the ones i don't talk to!
why am i sounding like i'm gonna die?!?
trust guys, there will be no suicide in this book. i'm a fucking trooper, if your reading this... then you must know that.
but to my boys and to my girls
never forget anything, REMEMEBER the times we had.
it will help you survive.
well while i'm here, i'm gonna keep talking, cuz i can't sleep.
this weekend was amazing.
friday i went to a kegger in sey MORE. haha, it was fun. i meant some peeps there. got cool with some kid i use to have probs. with. got fucked with my homies.
i ended up getting a ride home from my friend jimmy then i woke up the next morning with like a gallon of beer on my floor that my mom found. hahahaha.imissher. it was fucking interesting. but yeah, then from there i had an interview at XPECT, i got the job :-D i was so happy, i can't wait to not be a bum and have some mula. should be nice. from there me and mi mama went on a tv hunt, lets just say, no. came home thought about gouing to smithfest but didn't cuz i'm an idiot. so i got weeeded up with greg and jess and jenry, weird. came back and got my car! it works so nice now!.
picked up mandalicious and we got a drinking. i had alot of fun, except for the shit mandy pulled. but that was stupid. but besides that she was the shit.
sunday - nothing really, woke up at mikes with NO clue what happened the night before and went home, showered then got to become close friends with ang and gemma again. then went to the gym with greg and ang, came home. then hung out with manda for the rest of the day, all we did was sleep. came up with a pokemon charector, pretty sick!
now i'vebeen home since and anton owes me 5 bucks haha that fuck. but yea go colts, smoke, and get krunk.
much love,
kevin.