Happy Birthday?
its my fathers birthday. he is bad luck. lincoln lost to s.f. it was 3-13. i got a goal. yay? so we offically suck again and i got kicked out 2 times in the first fucking minute of the game because the bitch i was gaurding was a good actrice. fuck ass.
I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
I remember all the feelings
And the day they stopped
Losing faith in what we know
Hate the music
hate all of the clothes
Thinks of surgery
And a new nose
Every calorie is a war
While she wishes she
was a dancer
And that she'd never
heard of cancer
She wishes God would give her
some answers
And make her feel beautiful
i dont care!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so its my fathers birthday and my mother was a total bitch as always. the day consited of my mother bitching at me to do whatever my father wanted to, which was whatever my mother said he wanted to do. when he disagreed she would bitch at me some more and say something like "why the hell can't you just do what we want for a change?!" i hadnt said anything all day. then i came home at around 3:, after eating with my team for the last time, and the first thing i hear when i came in the door was, "you fucking slob, you didnt even invite your father on his birthday if he would like to do something." so i went to clean my room and i fell asleep while making my bed. i just woke up and they went out to dinner without me. i hurt. and people wonder why i'm never any good at having relationships. look at my example of a "working realationship."
ending
this is the start
when we forget.
our hello's and goodbyes
get in the way.
being to polite
emotions are usless in space
so are lungs
hold your breathe before you go.
the beatuy
is you are insignificant in space.
that was ugly. i started and cant finish. i hate that. i hate this. i hate my life. oh yeah...i hate that i never get to see anyone i want to. i'm going to see people insetad of workout next week and the week after. thank god for my car starting every now and then. I FUCKING HATE MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!
I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
I remember all the feelings
And the day they stopped
Losing faith in what we know
Hate the music
hate all of the clothes
Thinks of surgery
And a new nose
Every calorie is a war
While she wishes she
was a dancer
And that she'd never
heard of cancer
She wishes God would give her
some answers
And make her feel beautiful
i dont care!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so its my fathers birthday and my mother was a total bitch as always. the day consited of my mother bitching at me to do whatever my father wanted to, which was whatever my mother said he wanted to do. when he disagreed she would bitch at me some more and say something like "why the hell can't you just do what we want for a change?!" i hadnt said anything all day. then i came home at around 3:, after eating with my team for the last time, and the first thing i hear when i came in the door was, "you fucking slob, you didnt even invite your father on his birthday if he would like to do something." so i went to clean my room and i fell asleep while making my bed. i just woke up and they went out to dinner without me. i hurt. and people wonder why i'm never any good at having relationships. look at my example of a "working realationship."
ending
this is the start
when we forget.
our hello's and goodbyes
get in the way.
being to polite
emotions are usless in space
so are lungs
hold your breathe before you go.
the beatuy
is you are insignificant in space.
that was ugly. i started and cant finish. i hate that. i hate this. i hate my life. oh yeah...i hate that i never get to see anyone i want to. i'm going to see people insetad of workout next week and the week after. thank god for my car starting every now and then. I FUCKING HATE MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!