I am a one man wrecking machine.
I WANT TO PULL IT APART AND PUT IT BACK TOGETHER.
I WANT TO RELIVE ALL MY ADOLESCENT DREAMS,
INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS ON MOVIE SCREENS.
I AM A ONE MAN WRECKING MACHINE.
Surprisingly enough, I find myself slowly succumbing to my thoughts.
I want to leave forever and never come back.
I can't seem to understand why I have so much and so little all at the same time.
I couldn't ask for better friends, or a better life to be honest.
I should be so fucking happy. And once in awhile I am. When i'm sitting in the car with my best friends, or joking around in school.
But i'm not.
And I hate myself for that, more than you could ever possibly know...