pack up all my things and it's time to move on
And here i go. This is the last blog entry you will ever recieve of me. There is no point. Am i really entertaining any of you? These are my feelings. MINE. And let me bitch a little, on my closing entry, to let it all out.
What the hell is cellulite anyway?!?! No song by switchfoot will EVER describe your life (directed to more than 5 people). blogs only let other people know how you are feeling and they really dont fucking care because if they did fucking care they would call you and ask you how you were feeling insted of reading this scripted shit we chose to write. Magic 8 balls create false hopes. Playing Green Glass Jeep will in no way improve your Driver's ED skills. You are always more beautiful than the one that replaces you. Brothers all fuck ass.
And for specifics of people. I'm only gonna pick a few that i always fail to mention.
Kelsey is the coolest above all cool people on this earth and the only way I would hate her is if she killed my parents.
Jenn is the sweetest, nicest, most uplifting person ive ever seen.
Arjun never gets old, ever.
Mary is fucking lovely.
The list was much much longer, but unnessisary. Those are the unobvious. Random too kinda.
And i bet you are by now thinking wtf? /: ( <- thats the little "wtf" guy. We'll ill tell you what the fuck,and its very simple:
I DONT FEEL LIKE TALKING ABOUT MY FEELINGS OR MY DAY OR MY LIFE OR MY FRIENDS OR MY FAMILY OR MY CLASSES OR MY FUCKING THOUGHTS ANYMORE.
Holy cow, i've broken my new years resolution like 20 times above. I shouldn't cuss this much.
Well im done now. And I know you think writing down your thoughts makes you saine. But i havent been saine. I think back, i was much better off knowing what i was thinking inside my head insted of telling all you lame-os. Yes, you are all lame-o's. You are reading my little journal entries.
But if you dont know me and have only heard of me or know about me through my blog, if you dont get anything from me, just remember this:
you are NOT a delicate and/or unique snowflake.
What the hell is cellulite anyway?!?! No song by switchfoot will EVER describe your life (directed to more than 5 people). blogs only let other people know how you are feeling and they really dont fucking care because if they did fucking care they would call you and ask you how you were feeling insted of reading this scripted shit we chose to write. Magic 8 balls create false hopes. Playing Green Glass Jeep will in no way improve your Driver's ED skills. You are always more beautiful than the one that replaces you. Brothers all fuck ass.
And for specifics of people. I'm only gonna pick a few that i always fail to mention.
Kelsey is the coolest above all cool people on this earth and the only way I would hate her is if she killed my parents.
Jenn is the sweetest, nicest, most uplifting person ive ever seen.
Arjun never gets old, ever.
Mary is fucking lovely.
The list was much much longer, but unnessisary. Those are the unobvious. Random too kinda.
And i bet you are by now thinking wtf? /: ( <- thats the little "wtf" guy. We'll ill tell you what the fuck,and its very simple:
I DONT FEEL LIKE TALKING ABOUT MY FEELINGS OR MY DAY OR MY LIFE OR MY FRIENDS OR MY FAMILY OR MY CLASSES OR MY FUCKING THOUGHTS ANYMORE.
Holy cow, i've broken my new years resolution like 20 times above. I shouldn't cuss this much.
Well im done now. And I know you think writing down your thoughts makes you saine. But i havent been saine. I think back, i was much better off knowing what i was thinking inside my head insted of telling all you lame-os. Yes, you are all lame-o's. You are reading my little journal entries.
But if you dont know me and have only heard of me or know about me through my blog, if you dont get anything from me, just remember this:
you are NOT a delicate and/or unique snowflake.