rock kills kid?
ross this is weird...and it reminds me of something, i cant out my finger on it.
crazy indie rockers.
i wish i had money to waste on whatever hobby i wanted to take up.
...and i wish i had a new yoga mat cause my old one is never ever gonna end up out of my dads house.
he prolly burnt it in the fire for warmth.
i wish i never stopped playing soccer, i miss it like whoa.
i wish i was chun li, that would be hot.
...on a different note...
chris crawled into my bed last night and cuddled me, after us fighting hardcore all day yesterday and the day before.
im glad.it makes me happy when he does shit like that cause then i know hes not as stubborn as he seems on the outside.
dont get me wrong, he is stubborn as hell, but maybe im getting through a little.
but things really have to change, just because we live together doesnt mean that the little things should be neglected.
im thinking about begging my mother to let me live there again.
even though all that will be is trouble. and ill be miserable, and i dont even think she will let me do it.
but i think it would be better for me and chris.
and in the end thats all that really matters.
i was looking at my old journal entries before, out of pure boredom, and they made me really sad, and thats the other reason i dont know if i can live with my mother.
and the reasons i know things have to change, cause it never used to be like this.
we never needed anything "set" to do.enjoying each others company was enough.im gay i think.haha
i need to get my roses from the house of the devil...aka dad.
first roses i ever got, he got me, yes i still have them cause im a retard.and i only got them cause me him and jamie smoked and then i lost my bag, with 80$, and 100$ worth of concert tickets, and 40$ worth of goodies.
im a fuck head, yay for fuck heads.
oh well whatever i love that shit.
I WANT ROSES AGAIN :(
crazy indie rockers.
i wish i had money to waste on whatever hobby i wanted to take up.
...and i wish i had a new yoga mat cause my old one is never ever gonna end up out of my dads house.
he prolly burnt it in the fire for warmth.
i wish i never stopped playing soccer, i miss it like whoa.
i wish i was chun li, that would be hot.
...on a different note...
chris crawled into my bed last night and cuddled me, after us fighting hardcore all day yesterday and the day before.
im glad.it makes me happy when he does shit like that cause then i know hes not as stubborn as he seems on the outside.
dont get me wrong, he is stubborn as hell, but maybe im getting through a little.
but things really have to change, just because we live together doesnt mean that the little things should be neglected.
im thinking about begging my mother to let me live there again.
even though all that will be is trouble. and ill be miserable, and i dont even think she will let me do it.
but i think it would be better for me and chris.
and in the end thats all that really matters.
i was looking at my old journal entries before, out of pure boredom, and they made me really sad, and thats the other reason i dont know if i can live with my mother.
and the reasons i know things have to change, cause it never used to be like this.
we never needed anything "set" to do.enjoying each others company was enough.im gay i think.haha
i need to get my roses from the house of the devil...aka dad.
first roses i ever got, he got me, yes i still have them cause im a retard.and i only got them cause me him and jamie smoked and then i lost my bag, with 80$, and 100$ worth of concert tickets, and 40$ worth of goodies.
im a fuck head, yay for fuck heads.
oh well whatever i love that shit.
I WANT ROSES AGAIN :(