I Been Around This World Yet I Seen No End
I give. Try to help someone that you think is a friend, and because of one little slip up along the way all the bitch can think of doing is yell at me. Yeah fuck you too.
This weekend has been kind of fucked up. Saturday I was supposed to have a bunch of people visit and we were going to drink up, but I felt like I had been run over by a truck so i decided to stay in my room all day. Of course, in the end it didn't really matter because the only person that came over that I wanted to was Ashley. Sunday we were supposed to have a cook out because the wheather was wicked nice, and over night I was going to have a bitching bonfire. Shit didn't work out though cause people were being bitches. In the end I locked myself in my room with a bunch of Jim.
Which brings me to the point of this topic. Fuck parties. Why do I bother? Why have I bothered? I work myself up over these things time, after time again and they either A don't happen or THEY DO but they don't live up to the HYPE. Why would I want to be surrounded by all these people anyway? Give me three people to five people that matter in life, five people that aren't stupid and that really matter...and I gurantee I can have a better time than anyone in a dorm filled with 100 people.......*cough*Steve*cough*Josh*cough*
I've tried. I've tried to live this glorified means of life. It's not working. I said it before and I'll say it again...all the booze, women, and drugs in the world isn't going to do a damn thing. Fuck this shit. I'm out. Give me a Kalishnikov and five or six M67's, and then I'll rethink my stance on this. Thank you, now fuck off.
Yep...you can tell I'm a Virgo.
This weekend has been kind of fucked up. Saturday I was supposed to have a bunch of people visit and we were going to drink up, but I felt like I had been run over by a truck so i decided to stay in my room all day. Of course, in the end it didn't really matter because the only person that came over that I wanted to was Ashley. Sunday we were supposed to have a cook out because the wheather was wicked nice, and over night I was going to have a bitching bonfire. Shit didn't work out though cause people were being bitches. In the end I locked myself in my room with a bunch of Jim.
Which brings me to the point of this topic. Fuck parties. Why do I bother? Why have I bothered? I work myself up over these things time, after time again and they either A don't happen or THEY DO but they don't live up to the HYPE. Why would I want to be surrounded by all these people anyway? Give me three people to five people that matter in life, five people that aren't stupid and that really matter...and I gurantee I can have a better time than anyone in a dorm filled with 100 people.......*cough*Steve*cough*Josh*cough*
I've tried. I've tried to live this glorified means of life. It's not working. I said it before and I'll say it again...all the booze, women, and drugs in the world isn't going to do a damn thing. Fuck this shit. I'm out. Give me a Kalishnikov and five or six M67's, and then I'll rethink my stance on this. Thank you, now fuck off.
Yep...you can tell I'm a Virgo.