Sep 16, 2004 19:36
For every bad thing, responsible thing, that I have to do, there are so many irresponsible things, that I do anyway. We CAN go and get 40s and we CAN go to some party. And I realized that if you stop giving a fuck, you know you're alright. We are young, and after he left the slut thought in my mind, I had makeup tears and I had a Capri 120, that when I lit it, my hand was shaking, and I said after 20 seconds of awkward silence.. "Well at least if we're going to end like this, at least.. I'm still young and good looking." Opie and Tina kinda stared at me like.. in shock, and then we laughed. I was still living, and fucking A, it felt so great that I had control.
I love profanity, and I love the way I dress and I think the advantage I have on everyone I know is that I'm so full of life.. It takes more than a few bad names to kill me.
And fucking A. Even though Rich and I aren't friends.. and the whole pink sweatshirt girl thing and then all the other stupid things before that..
I've never felt so close to Tina. We have an amazing friendship, and she's got so much more style than any of these boring ass motherfuckers. I love you, I love you, I love you! And her hair reminds me of a boy that I once knew. (Joan Jett)
And fucking A. All my friends.. that I've had all along but I've just sorta been frequenting them more cause everyone else has been a royal pain in the ass.. All these people are so chill and.. Blah.
I think, that maybe, I could have said too much. But I didn't. I said what I wanted to say.
I can't write. I just have so many things on my mind. I'm going to get my homework done tonight.
Don't meet me in the bathroom, I'll be in the atic. ((You're missing. Everything.))