i hate Earth
i got into a fight with a 45 year old at work today. he didn't kick my ass until he picked up a stack of 20 ibs. books and dropped them on my head. it hurt, bad. then my dad broke us up..... and we carried on as if nothing ever happened. i am serisouly tired of being the nice guy, the crutch for everyone. the one who gets blamed. i don't mind helping people at all, i love helping my friends, makes me feel good. but i need to start standing up for myself. i am usually too quick to make friends or let my heart play a part in some sad story. i think what i seriosuly need to do is grow a little colder, not forever, but until i am ready to be walked on again. i am Jon W. Rebello III. a name which means nothing to anyone else i am sure, but it's my name, and i'm going to make it mean something.......... sometimes you just hate life ya know?