space future
im goiong back to school, and im excited...
im not very happy, havnt been for a while, i think its the cold. i like the rain and sun..
im not sure, but i think im prone to addiction, my favorite think in the world is working out, and i dont know why..
i dont wanna be danny bonaduche
i set up the lobby as a music/art studio, and i spend most my time there.
i decided to clean my room. i took EVERYTHING out and i vaccumed for the first time in what i think has been 4 to 8 years
i found the source of the smell, it is a mold growing on the inside of my windows. i has thrived because it was never properly sealed, only shittaly proped and held in by two nails. i got the idea to seal out the cold with duct tape. moisture could still get in but not get out...
i spent aprximately $250 on christmas.
most of it was a waist, cause i got reemed, fuck giving.
i think the other suspect of my melonchol-reality it how much i have not been providing for my friends. rather how much ive been taking. i dont feel much like a real person when i do this..
some one has stolen my name.
i cant figure out what they want, they've succeded in making me look like a jerk with poor grammer and bad spelling, i.e. retard,in my book
i know who they are, it is one of my good friends. they know me well and have taken advantage of it.
i will never forgive this person.
i will find a shady-underhanded method of destroying they're emotional stability. like the emotional equivalant of cutting off they're face.
i cant wait for school again.
hopefully im getting a job at salvation army.
im in a band now, were called aquarium.
my christmas album "rock biter" is very highly acclaimed. this makes me happy.
my life will never be paved for me. i need to stop thinking of what i would do if it was.
everything i want is in my power to grasp, i just get to hung up on things, i dont understand people, or why they do the things they do.
i actually do, it just dosent make cents to me.
they're all alchemests, melt gold into blood..
im sorry that was silly.
but i have a point.
i dont think anyone knows how much i care. rather how much affect they have one me.
blah blah blah,
i need to shut up and take a nap
i must be crankey.
wheres my pacifier
see you later
me
im not very happy, havnt been for a while, i think its the cold. i like the rain and sun..
im not sure, but i think im prone to addiction, my favorite think in the world is working out, and i dont know why..
i dont wanna be danny bonaduche
i set up the lobby as a music/art studio, and i spend most my time there.
i decided to clean my room. i took EVERYTHING out and i vaccumed for the first time in what i think has been 4 to 8 years
i found the source of the smell, it is a mold growing on the inside of my windows. i has thrived because it was never properly sealed, only shittaly proped and held in by two nails. i got the idea to seal out the cold with duct tape. moisture could still get in but not get out...
i spent aprximately $250 on christmas.
most of it was a waist, cause i got reemed, fuck giving.
i think the other suspect of my melonchol-reality it how much i have not been providing for my friends. rather how much ive been taking. i dont feel much like a real person when i do this..
some one has stolen my name.
i cant figure out what they want, they've succeded in making me look like a jerk with poor grammer and bad spelling, i.e. retard,in my book
i know who they are, it is one of my good friends. they know me well and have taken advantage of it.
i will never forgive this person.
i will find a shady-underhanded method of destroying they're emotional stability. like the emotional equivalant of cutting off they're face.
i cant wait for school again.
hopefully im getting a job at salvation army.
im in a band now, were called aquarium.
my christmas album "rock biter" is very highly acclaimed. this makes me happy.
my life will never be paved for me. i need to stop thinking of what i would do if it was.
everything i want is in my power to grasp, i just get to hung up on things, i dont understand people, or why they do the things they do.
i actually do, it just dosent make cents to me.
they're all alchemests, melt gold into blood..
im sorry that was silly.
but i have a point.
i dont think anyone knows how much i care. rather how much affect they have one me.
blah blah blah,
i need to shut up and take a nap
i must be crankey.
wheres my pacifier
see you later
me