What A Wasted Life To Quicc For Close Minds
Alot of things are...not going as smoothly as they could be. I'll just word it like that. I'm trying so hard to keep a smile on my face. Is it real or am I just asking too much of myself? I think I've got myself stucc. I'm starting to belive myself when I pretend. I don't know what's real or not anymore. Last night I was reading through some old poetry and I can't even stomach it. I can't read it, which is sad because it's my writing. I think I'm getting weaker. I thought I was getting strong, but how strong are you when you can't even reread old poems? I felt the urge to write last night, but I didn't do it. I can't bring myself to even write some form of poetry. I want to write a story, of nothing in particular, just a story.
I no longer have a job. No, I did not get fired. I'm just too young to work there right now. He told me to come bacc in a year. And you bet I'll be there. My dad is finally coming around and letting me get the tattoo he owes me. Bobby is going to draw it. And he'll probably do it for me too. I'm getting a skeleton skanking and beneath it, it will say "Rude to the Bone", the skeleton is gonna have one of those bubble things and he's gona be saying "Picc It Up". I can't wait. I'm possibly getting my tounge peirced. I'll have to hide it from my mother for a while, but it's worth it.
Fuccing Walls Of Jericho is coming soon. MMmm. And The Slackers show is this weekend. Ah. A chance to make everything right in life. Some many pits, so little time. Heh. Roxanne and I are going to the show this Saturday and I'm gonna try and talk her into coming to see Walls Of Jericho. Hopefully, she'll agree. I'm pretty sure she will.
17 is just around the corner. Another to attempt have a good new year. Hmmm...we'll see what happens.
I'm going to the shop today so if you want to reach me call my cell.
this will be the end of your poison from the tip of your tounge...