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Well, here we are, six to seven years later, and all I can say is...what the fuck? Did I really used to be this incredibly fucked up? Girls, depression, lyrics, leaving, anti-government spiel, and things that I want. Want want want; that's what all of my previous entries are about. Goddamn, I really wish I could just beat the piss out of my former self. Especially since I have done a complete 180* since then.
Always happy, figured my life out, graduated, went to college, left my parent's house, moved far away, went to California, came back, traveled around, worked, met great people.
Granted, there have been some dampers and dangers, like getting kicked out of my parents house, getting arrested, dealing with a crazy psychobitch for a year, and, well, you know, drugs. But, luckily, each and every damper and danger has helped shape me into the man I am today. I may not be the best man, but holy shit, I'm no where near where I was.
Anyways, the point of this post is, well, everyone is immature at some point in their life. Deal with it, but don't you ever deny it. Stay happy, go to school, blah blah blah don't touch drugs work hard and yeah, inspirational shit goes here.
Oh, and, I'm hereby removing my tagname of "Mr. Self Destruct". I mean, c'mon, I loved myself some Nine Inch Nails, but that's going overboard. I was definitely more of a...Mr. Crybaby. That sounds right.
Btdubs, one last thing - from this point on, my Livejournal is officially a time capsule, and this will be the last post. Goodbye, LJ, and fuck you very much for giving me a place to make myself look like a little bitch. I don't even know the point of posting this right now. But, anyways, peace out.
Sincerely,
Mr. Crybaby. a.k.a, shut up.
(P.S - I still love mushrooms)
Always happy, figured my life out, graduated, went to college, left my parent's house, moved far away, went to California, came back, traveled around, worked, met great people.
Granted, there have been some dampers and dangers, like getting kicked out of my parents house, getting arrested, dealing with a crazy psychobitch for a year, and, well, you know, drugs. But, luckily, each and every damper and danger has helped shape me into the man I am today. I may not be the best man, but holy shit, I'm no where near where I was.
Anyways, the point of this post is, well, everyone is immature at some point in their life. Deal with it, but don't you ever deny it. Stay happy, go to school, blah blah blah don't touch drugs work hard and yeah, inspirational shit goes here.
Oh, and, I'm hereby removing my tagname of "Mr. Self Destruct". I mean, c'mon, I loved myself some Nine Inch Nails, but that's going overboard. I was definitely more of a...Mr. Crybaby. That sounds right.
Btdubs, one last thing - from this point on, my Livejournal is officially a time capsule, and this will be the last post. Goodbye, LJ, and fuck you very much for giving me a place to make myself look like a little bitch. I don't even know the point of posting this right now. But, anyways, peace out.
Sincerely,
Mr. Crybaby. a.k.a, shut up.
(P.S - I still love mushrooms)