Think back on a better time...
I'm done. Honestly, what's the point of me? I don't deserve to be here, I don't deserve to be any of your friends, I don't deserve to live with my family. I deserve to be out on the streets, looking for change so I can get cigarettes instead of food, finding as much newspaper as I could so I don't have to be that cold while sleeping in another bum's piss. I don't even care enough about life to live it. Guitar is not gonna get me anywhere in life, and my band isn't going anywhere. I mean, by April 15th, I'm not gonna have a car or a cell phone. Whatever, I don't need that shit. You see? That's how much I don't fucking care. I need my car, but I don't give a fuck if I don't have it. No one's ever gonna be able to reach me if I don't have a damn cell phone. My dad hate's my fucking lazy ass, so why would he pay for me? I don't fucking know. I'm not graduating high school on time, and I'm too lazy to at least graduate by Summer. Oh fucking well, I'll eventually graduate, I know that. What the hell is that gonna do for me though? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm too stupid to lead an independant life. And I'm being completely serious. I hate recieving any kind of help at the same time, so I'm basically fucked. Like I said, what's the point? There is no fucking point. No one can convince me otherwise. It would be a lot easier on my parents if I were just gone anyway.