where's my GODDAM spaceship?!
somehow the days feel longer and shorter. i hate my afternoons...they're filled with alot of nothing with a side order of my mom...and i'm very tired of being around her and this house. i'm gonna freak out before next year...i know it. i was on myspace and i decided to look at my friend list and i could help but notice myself getting upset...who know's why. it's been a while since i've felt like breaking someting...being poor sucks...fleas are the one creature i hate more than anything...i have to get out of here...i have to move out as fast as possible. at least i'm accompanied by the WB thursday night drama burgade. cookies with no milk. you're played out jsut like everyone of my c.d.s...i've reached my hand out for you but why wont you take mine?...go find your signifigant faker. you don't understand a word i say.
what happened to the three of us getting slushies...?
what happened to the three of us getting slushies...?