Enjoy your day
Livonia sucks. I completely hate this town, and pretty much everyone in it. I wish I was as good a writer as Chris is, man, he knows how to put his thoughts together. You know, he knows how to get his shit together also, much like everyone around me, except for me. But tonight I'm just not feeling the vibe to put my wandering brain into an internet journal. Besides the fact that I was down on Jefferson this morning, marching in the Piston's victory parade, behind Mehmet Okur and some tri-American pom squad, and only about a quarter of the way down the route after I had wondered were all the attractive females were, because I certainly hadn't seen any in the crowds, did it dawn on me that there were about 90 right in front of me. And one dude in the back, but he was good.
Soooooooo uh one night after I cut myself up real good, I guess I wrote some stuff down and I found it the other day. . . :
"ADAM, you are an asshole, you have no feeling for other people. . .Don't forget that you are a jerk - stop trying and stay in your place - nothing. You don't belong so quit pretending."
I wonder where that came from, and if it's true or not. . . . probably.
You know, I like to think that I quit that, that I don't need to resort to a knife anymore to relax, but it's still the only thing that makes me feel good, and i haven't done it in a while. The doctor was not really any help because he was a douche bag, but I love my family and all, especially my parents, I don't like doing things like that to them. I don't know what else to do, because it's sort of like a self-punishment for the things that I do wrong that I know I do wrong but nobody else sees it, or realizes it or seomthing. I can't tell, but it feels necessary and proper.
Soooooooo uh one night after I cut myself up real good, I guess I wrote some stuff down and I found it the other day. . . :
"ADAM, you are an asshole, you have no feeling for other people. . .Don't forget that you are a jerk - stop trying and stay in your place - nothing. You don't belong so quit pretending."
I wonder where that came from, and if it's true or not. . . . probably.
You know, I like to think that I quit that, that I don't need to resort to a knife anymore to relax, but it's still the only thing that makes me feel good, and i haven't done it in a while. The doctor was not really any help because he was a douche bag, but I love my family and all, especially my parents, I don't like doing things like that to them. I don't know what else to do, because it's sort of like a self-punishment for the things that I do wrong that I know I do wrong but nobody else sees it, or realizes it or seomthing. I can't tell, but it feels necessary and proper.