(cough, cough) i think i got the black lung, pop...
i believe i have finally figured out my problem.
taking life too seriously means bad times.
i wish i could take back all the shitty things i've done in the past... but still learn from the experiences. that would enable me to have my natural innocence back.
i really really want innocence back. really fucking badly.
i want to not have a care in the world, but still be able to have serious passions and obsessions.
do you ever notice how when you concentrate on a single word for a semi-long period of time, the word actually starts to not make sense and seems to be almost spelt wrong even though it's totally spelt right?
i was sort of offended by the old dude sitting next to me. i thought his breath was stinking up all my airwaves... but then i realized that it was MY breath. no joke.
god, i'm so hungover. i can barely handle typing.
my contacts have officially been in my eyes for 18 hours. when i looked at them in the bathroom at work i noticed that all the little red veins were slowly working their way to the brown part. sooo not cool. i could go blind.
i want to start a band with cocky musicians who want to fight other cocky musicians and then sing catchy pop punk songs about how they, like, love god but have an serious urge to beat up retarded kids with their studed belts.
harsh, Brielle, harsh.
meh.
taking life too seriously means bad times.
i wish i could take back all the shitty things i've done in the past... but still learn from the experiences. that would enable me to have my natural innocence back.
i really really want innocence back. really fucking badly.
i want to not have a care in the world, but still be able to have serious passions and obsessions.
do you ever notice how when you concentrate on a single word for a semi-long period of time, the word actually starts to not make sense and seems to be almost spelt wrong even though it's totally spelt right?
i was sort of offended by the old dude sitting next to me. i thought his breath was stinking up all my airwaves... but then i realized that it was MY breath. no joke.
god, i'm so hungover. i can barely handle typing.
my contacts have officially been in my eyes for 18 hours. when i looked at them in the bathroom at work i noticed that all the little red veins were slowly working their way to the brown part. sooo not cool. i could go blind.
i want to start a band with cocky musicians who want to fight other cocky musicians and then sing catchy pop punk songs about how they, like, love god but have an serious urge to beat up retarded kids with their studed belts.
harsh, Brielle, harsh.
meh.