tell em what they wanna hear.
wow, its been a minute,
i fell off the face of the earth..
into an enormous pile of needles and drugs.
my days are all a blur,
i forgot everything,
i cant remember what i did yesterday.. really.
i actually have compact carrying case for shit.
as bad as i think it is and wouldnt allow any of my friends to do it...
i love it.
everyone knows me. everyone wants me at their parties, and best of all, theres no drama. everyone calls me now; you know you do for one drug or another. i feel like.. George Jung. but im just Angel.
i love the fact that im no longer in the scene. i love going to the fucking venues only once or twice a month; either for a good band/so i can sell something.
everyone looks forward to seeing me. because no one ever does. Im a businessperson. i have no time for a child's game. i have a life; my own problems to worry about. i am much out of the high school drama stage; even before im out of high school.
i feel im an adult now; these past 2 months on my own; living with Jesse; has really made me grow up. i know what its like to now have any food in the house; cigs; gas to go get them. i know what its like to have to watch someone go out at 2 o'clock in the morning, robbing the neighborhood because hes in a drug debt.
i guess this is my farewell to the old Angel. Farewell to old problems; farewell to little things thatr shouldnt matter anymore.
things that dont matter to me. Situations; that are under the bridge; and over with. im not trying to be friends with you people, believe me. i just dont see the point in hostility.
ill write again... in another couple months.
i fell off the face of the earth..
into an enormous pile of needles and drugs.
my days are all a blur,
i forgot everything,
i cant remember what i did yesterday.. really.
i actually have compact carrying case for shit.
as bad as i think it is and wouldnt allow any of my friends to do it...
i love it.
everyone knows me. everyone wants me at their parties, and best of all, theres no drama. everyone calls me now; you know you do for one drug or another. i feel like.. George Jung. but im just Angel.
i love the fact that im no longer in the scene. i love going to the fucking venues only once or twice a month; either for a good band/so i can sell something.
everyone looks forward to seeing me. because no one ever does. Im a businessperson. i have no time for a child's game. i have a life; my own problems to worry about. i am much out of the high school drama stage; even before im out of high school.
i feel im an adult now; these past 2 months on my own; living with Jesse; has really made me grow up. i know what its like to now have any food in the house; cigs; gas to go get them. i know what its like to have to watch someone go out at 2 o'clock in the morning, robbing the neighborhood because hes in a drug debt.
i guess this is my farewell to the old Angel. Farewell to old problems; farewell to little things thatr shouldnt matter anymore.
things that dont matter to me. Situations; that are under the bridge; and over with. im not trying to be friends with you people, believe me. i just dont see the point in hostility.
ill write again... in another couple months.