Why am i writeing a entry why do i even care?
Here i go wasteing some more time on this journal, friday i did nothing bought The Zombie survival guide, its quite interesting, came home and megan told me she could'nt come over to my house saturday, and for some reason i went berserk on her, i know im a stupid fucker for doing it, i decided i just wanted to start off alone again, and everything she has told me has bein true, im just trying to hide from my problems, but i never lied to her once, i just treat her so bad that i have given up, i just cant get my mind set worth shit anymore, if you read this megan, i gave up cause i want to be alone, it just feels so much better, you can get better than me so do it
Anyways saturday layed mulch then went to the mall, walked down past db to the swing set with brittany and swang some then walked back to the mall broke every single one of her cig's because she needs to quit smokeing, she went berserk about it, o well, graham gave me a new razor since my last one got stolen from a loser kid, wondered off to my secret spot at the mall and read for about 2 hours alone away from everyone, became really edgey and yelled at random people who touched me, came home and did nothing talked to ali and went to bed, woo?
So now here i am, listening to music in the need of clothes, today i work 3-10 and im going to raise hell because my hours have bein cut and i dont like that, i used to work at least 4 times a week, now it 1 or 2, i dont know what to think as of the moment, im really confused and really pissed at people, i know that something has to be done about everything, something soon
Zach
Anyways saturday layed mulch then went to the mall, walked down past db to the swing set with brittany and swang some then walked back to the mall broke every single one of her cig's because she needs to quit smokeing, she went berserk about it, o well, graham gave me a new razor since my last one got stolen from a loser kid, wondered off to my secret spot at the mall and read for about 2 hours alone away from everyone, became really edgey and yelled at random people who touched me, came home and did nothing talked to ali and went to bed, woo?
So now here i am, listening to music in the need of clothes, today i work 3-10 and im going to raise hell because my hours have bein cut and i dont like that, i used to work at least 4 times a week, now it 1 or 2, i dont know what to think as of the moment, im really confused and really pissed at people, i know that something has to be done about everything, something soon
Zach