i'll rebuild me...
I have realized that I let people walk all over me. Sometimes I do things I don't want to do just to make other people happy. I'm still friends with half the assholes I hate, and apparently I'm in a semi-band or some shit like that, even though I lost the taste for playing guitar. At least three times a day I have someone begging me to do something for them. In other words, I am a massive pushover. Kind of...
Marlboro hates risky business. I don't care that I'm on probation, I need a more exciting lifestyle. And I need a job.
I need a new body. And no, I don't think I'm fat. In fact I now weigh a wopping 104 pounds. One day I will take Hal, and I will win goddamnit.
Taste of Chaos is too far away. I hate fucking scenesters. I kind of am one, though. Fuck.
I need to go to a Hatebreed show really bad. Where the fuck are they???
On lighter notes:
I quit smoking for a week and three days. Thanks to Jenna and Tim, my beloved 27s have returned to me.
Matt and Rachael are dating. I've been waiting for this for like a week.
I skipped school again on Friday. I'm definatly to the limit for a marking period, thank god it's a new one tomorrow.
My lip is no longer gay. My lip is happy again, without the gayness that comes with a brand new piercing, or in my case, two, since they're not really new anymore. Hoorah!
Life needs to not be gay and boring anymore.
Marlboro hates risky business. I don't care that I'm on probation, I need a more exciting lifestyle. And I need a job.
I need a new body. And no, I don't think I'm fat. In fact I now weigh a wopping 104 pounds. One day I will take Hal, and I will win goddamnit.
Taste of Chaos is too far away. I hate fucking scenesters. I kind of am one, though. Fuck.
I need to go to a Hatebreed show really bad. Where the fuck are they???
On lighter notes:
I quit smoking for a week and three days. Thanks to Jenna and Tim, my beloved 27s have returned to me.
Matt and Rachael are dating. I've been waiting for this for like a week.
I skipped school again on Friday. I'm definatly to the limit for a marking period, thank god it's a new one tomorrow.
My lip is no longer gay. My lip is happy again, without the gayness that comes with a brand new piercing, or in my case, two, since they're not really new anymore. Hoorah!
Life needs to not be gay and boring anymore.