my random train of thoughts and likes/ dislikes
i dont have anything to say anymore.
but i feel like i should just update this with whatever the fuck ends up getting written on the page. or i guessed typed on the screen.
i want it to be nine years from now.
i want to see how everything ends up [well how everything is in nine years]
itll be 10 years from highschool graduation.
i should be focused on right now, probably.
i need to clean my room.
i need to stop drinking so much diet coke.
i need to stop being a complete cunt.
i need money.
no, i want money.
i love your text messages.
i love my best friend.
i think its funny that the people i hate the most still think i consider them friends.
im so fake its not even funny.
i really like miley cyrus. i really dont fucking get it.
if i could sock one person in the face...
well it would be a tie between that bitch who is well crazy & spencer pratt.
add her ex boyfriend on that list too.
at some point in life i started just saying shit outloud.
i dont have many friends anymore.
but i really dont give a fuck.
because calling you a friend, and then spending hours talking about how much i hate you is really just a time waster.
i should have spent that time working out or doing homework.
i passed math class.
i wonder if your friends know who i am.
i bet they wouldnt like me too much.
i hate misunderstood people.
you know, it is an option to...well be understandable.
life is fucking ridiculous.
i would love to go to rehab.
i would love to take over the world.
but no serious, that would be really really awesome.
i think i get high from power.
i wish i had a different name.
i wish someone would just get so fed up with me that they punched me.
but not a boyfriend.
id castrate him.
and you know what, if he was all like crazy abusive and killed me..oh well.
i have a feeling i will die young.
or get murdered young.
my reasoning for both: my stupidity.
or is it the fact that i dont care and dont think about consequences.
i cant spell for shit.
i am smart.
i love children.
but those traits mean nothing in the real world so why the fuck dwell on them?
i really loathe nickelback.
their songs are all the same and they just bother me.
the jonas brothers tv show makes me want to kill myself.
i really wish i had a blackberry.
i have no respect for anyone who has ever loved you.
because you dont deserve love.
i talk about myself an awful lot.
its probably my way of avoiding real life.
i really like rap and country music.
i dont give a shit about family.
i fucking mock people like its my fucking job, but i really dont judge or care about you. i just need something to talk about because my sheer existence isnt very exciting.
i dont like music.
like yeah its cool to listen to and sing to and shit, but i dont want to be a musician, its not my passion, i dont live for it, and i dont care a shit about it. i kind of hate when people talk to me about it. so typical. i look like i love music. why dont you talk to me about homicide or crime.
now that shit is awesome.
i really hope no one ever gets me a pony, a louis vuitton, a trip to new jersey, a reality show, or gives me a black eye too soon because those are the basis of my existance and when i check them all off the list im not sure i have much to live for.
sometimes my craving for diet coke is so bad that i can not describe it with words, movements or noises.
right now is one of those times.
i hate heat.
i cant even believe i am this fucking weird.
i dont know why my favorite color is pink.
sometimes i really like math.
i have favorite types of math problems.
if you relate anything to text messaging, my life, or facebook i can do it 294810924% better.
the more i ignore you, dont say cute things and dont give you nicknames...the more i really really like you.
none of my legit hardcore crushes have nicknames from me.
i may not know EVERYTHING about you. but trust me, i can find out.
dont doubt me. ever.
i wont waste my time to prove you wrong, ill just fucking ruin you.
i think i have anger problems.
i have a biting problem too, but its been completely demolished because of my lip peircing and the fact that i dont want to rip it out of my mouth.
be thankful.
i love my friends so fucking much its not even funny.
i love the smell of cigarettes, i really do.
but i absolutely hate smoking them.
this is all i can think of right now.
if you have read this, well you are probably fucked in the head.
but i feel like i should just update this with whatever the fuck ends up getting written on the page. or i guessed typed on the screen.
i want it to be nine years from now.
i want to see how everything ends up [well how everything is in nine years]
itll be 10 years from highschool graduation.
i should be focused on right now, probably.
i need to clean my room.
i need to stop drinking so much diet coke.
i need to stop being a complete cunt.
i need money.
no, i want money.
i love your text messages.
i love my best friend.
i think its funny that the people i hate the most still think i consider them friends.
im so fake its not even funny.
i really like miley cyrus. i really dont fucking get it.
if i could sock one person in the face...
well it would be a tie between that bitch who is well crazy & spencer pratt.
add her ex boyfriend on that list too.
at some point in life i started just saying shit outloud.
i dont have many friends anymore.
but i really dont give a fuck.
because calling you a friend, and then spending hours talking about how much i hate you is really just a time waster.
i should have spent that time working out or doing homework.
i passed math class.
i wonder if your friends know who i am.
i bet they wouldnt like me too much.
i hate misunderstood people.
you know, it is an option to...well be understandable.
life is fucking ridiculous.
i would love to go to rehab.
i would love to take over the world.
but no serious, that would be really really awesome.
i think i get high from power.
i wish i had a different name.
i wish someone would just get so fed up with me that they punched me.
but not a boyfriend.
id castrate him.
and you know what, if he was all like crazy abusive and killed me..oh well.
i have a feeling i will die young.
or get murdered young.
my reasoning for both: my stupidity.
or is it the fact that i dont care and dont think about consequences.
i cant spell for shit.
i am smart.
i love children.
but those traits mean nothing in the real world so why the fuck dwell on them?
i really loathe nickelback.
their songs are all the same and they just bother me.
the jonas brothers tv show makes me want to kill myself.
i really wish i had a blackberry.
i have no respect for anyone who has ever loved you.
because you dont deserve love.
i talk about myself an awful lot.
its probably my way of avoiding real life.
i really like rap and country music.
i dont give a shit about family.
i fucking mock people like its my fucking job, but i really dont judge or care about you. i just need something to talk about because my sheer existence isnt very exciting.
i dont like music.
like yeah its cool to listen to and sing to and shit, but i dont want to be a musician, its not my passion, i dont live for it, and i dont care a shit about it. i kind of hate when people talk to me about it. so typical. i look like i love music. why dont you talk to me about homicide or crime.
now that shit is awesome.
i really hope no one ever gets me a pony, a louis vuitton, a trip to new jersey, a reality show, or gives me a black eye too soon because those are the basis of my existance and when i check them all off the list im not sure i have much to live for.
sometimes my craving for diet coke is so bad that i can not describe it with words, movements or noises.
right now is one of those times.
i hate heat.
i cant even believe i am this fucking weird.
i dont know why my favorite color is pink.
sometimes i really like math.
i have favorite types of math problems.
if you relate anything to text messaging, my life, or facebook i can do it 294810924% better.
the more i ignore you, dont say cute things and dont give you nicknames...the more i really really like you.
none of my legit hardcore crushes have nicknames from me.
i may not know EVERYTHING about you. but trust me, i can find out.
dont doubt me. ever.
i wont waste my time to prove you wrong, ill just fucking ruin you.
i think i have anger problems.
i have a biting problem too, but its been completely demolished because of my lip peircing and the fact that i dont want to rip it out of my mouth.
be thankful.
i love my friends so fucking much its not even funny.
i love the smell of cigarettes, i really do.
but i absolutely hate smoking them.
this is all i can think of right now.
if you have read this, well you are probably fucked in the head.