interesting how things how things how things how things how things
broken record in my head saying "help help help help"
i hate admitting that.
fuck. someone's coming.
oh. nevermind.
they're gone.
fuck now what?
damnit. i'm crying. what the hell..
shit... i hate complaining so what the fuck am i doing?-- complaining about complaining.
goddamnit.
might as well complain now then.
god i'm lonely.
the trip wasn't bad though. i got to sleep a lot... sleep away the loneliness. dad helped though. it was interesting to get to know him more. it really was. i enjoyed that.
hit a milestone-- i ate an entire medium pepperoni pizza in 40 minutes yesterday.
my dad just came in and told me to "make the best of it." (it=being down)
the beach was nice. taking pictures was nice. although i missed (and continue to miss) you like bloody fucking hell, i had some fun.
but now i'm back home and things are as they are again.
which isn't necessarily a good thing, considering i'll be lonesome until tuesday.
motherfucking waffle-irons... we have to eat out. at applebees of all places. i'm complaining i'm complaining i'm complaining blueberries are your friends i'm complaining i'm complaining and i feel like a slug on too many pain killers (and who's recently had a giant OD on sodium... you know how well slugs and sodium mix... but in reality, i didn't just have a bunch of sodium. it was just a fucked up expression/figure of speech/etc).
i'll spend tomorrow doing homework. probably.
it feels like my insides are going to explode; just so they can escape their confines-- my skin.
i want to help them.
promises and i don't mix. like sodium and slugmeat.
burning insecticides with hemlock leaves
frozen white cloaks with rusty stains on them
severed limbs again???
slurping up the white and red...
and the blueberries are the blue
white/red/blue: sex/violence/aphrodisiacs
screw this i'm fubar.
i hate admitting that.
fuck. someone's coming.
oh. nevermind.
they're gone.
fuck now what?
damnit. i'm crying. what the hell..
shit... i hate complaining so what the fuck am i doing?-- complaining about complaining.
goddamnit.
might as well complain now then.
god i'm lonely.
the trip wasn't bad though. i got to sleep a lot... sleep away the loneliness. dad helped though. it was interesting to get to know him more. it really was. i enjoyed that.
hit a milestone-- i ate an entire medium pepperoni pizza in 40 minutes yesterday.
my dad just came in and told me to "make the best of it." (it=being down)
the beach was nice. taking pictures was nice. although i missed (and continue to miss) you like bloody fucking hell, i had some fun.
but now i'm back home and things are as they are again.
which isn't necessarily a good thing, considering i'll be lonesome until tuesday.
motherfucking waffle-irons... we have to eat out. at applebees of all places. i'm complaining i'm complaining i'm complaining blueberries are your friends i'm complaining i'm complaining and i feel like a slug on too many pain killers (and who's recently had a giant OD on sodium... you know how well slugs and sodium mix... but in reality, i didn't just have a bunch of sodium. it was just a fucked up expression/figure of speech/etc).
i'll spend tomorrow doing homework. probably.
it feels like my insides are going to explode; just so they can escape their confines-- my skin.
i want to help them.
promises and i don't mix. like sodium and slugmeat.
burning insecticides with hemlock leaves
frozen white cloaks with rusty stains on them
severed limbs again???
slurping up the white and red...
and the blueberries are the blue
white/red/blue: sex/violence/aphrodisiacs
screw this i'm fubar.