Mar 28, 2004 22:52
its so hard to decide to delete or keep a mother fucking journal.
i dont need it. it consumes my time. but then again it's dated so much of me.
beating aroudn the bush, yea. to show. yeah. for vanity. mostly.
but this journal i realized wasn't for me. a fucking year now.
and i didn't say anything what i was thinking. infact this whole year.
not what i wanted to have done. but i thought i could handle it.
i thought i could handle myself and a little more. but fuck you and you and you.
you can stay. you and you can stay. but you, especially. i am done.
and it was your decision.
or so you thought.
but the other thing im so confused about is if i have a lot of time. if i'm
on the right track now. or if its too short. and if i should run now.
p.s. the get together wednesday was niiiice. *wink wink*
the party saturday was uh... not legal. grossed me out.
my neighbor is in a punk band called straightjacket. its really good,
but good and average. damn i'm so productive when i'm pissed. but on the other hand
i like it. i mean. talk to me. hug me. but dont think you can touch me.
and this cat. is cracked out. stressin me out. chasing shadows.