i'm feelin as bad about me as you are
i always told myself that greed was a bad thing. if you have one good thing keep it. if you want to try a new good thing, you will have to sacrifice the old. since when did i turn into this girl? it must be the hair dye.
so jordan tells me there's a job opening at sunrise and he'll put in the good word. his boss says he has strict requirements and that no ass clowns are allowed so i assured jordon that i was not an ass clown.
been snooping lately. mostly in moms journal... another bad habit i picked up. she says a lot of mean things about everyone except rod. apparently rhyan will never see happiness. steven will have retarded children with his girlfriend. austin will never find real love. van will die soon. and over the course of 6 years the only thing she could say about me was that i was a financial burden and that i asked for too much. of course, she told me that long ago. i grow more and more bitter toward her every day. i can't wait to leave and never have to look back. she taught me so much and i will always thank her for that but it's just so sad to see that she never lived by any moral she en stowed in me. truth. modesty. humility. strength. love. equality. understanding. i know im not perfect with any of these but i still learn every day and i still hang onto these ideals.
bah. i think way too much these days for my own god damn good. all of fucking newmarket is dry for weed. no wonder. i need to buzz the fuck out.
oh, i also got to play the drums the other day at emily's house. pimp shit.
so jordan tells me there's a job opening at sunrise and he'll put in the good word. his boss says he has strict requirements and that no ass clowns are allowed so i assured jordon that i was not an ass clown.
been snooping lately. mostly in moms journal... another bad habit i picked up. she says a lot of mean things about everyone except rod. apparently rhyan will never see happiness. steven will have retarded children with his girlfriend. austin will never find real love. van will die soon. and over the course of 6 years the only thing she could say about me was that i was a financial burden and that i asked for too much. of course, she told me that long ago. i grow more and more bitter toward her every day. i can't wait to leave and never have to look back. she taught me so much and i will always thank her for that but it's just so sad to see that she never lived by any moral she en stowed in me. truth. modesty. humility. strength. love. equality. understanding. i know im not perfect with any of these but i still learn every day and i still hang onto these ideals.
bah. i think way too much these days for my own god damn good. all of fucking newmarket is dry for weed. no wonder. i need to buzz the fuck out.
oh, i also got to play the drums the other day at emily's house. pimp shit.