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im writing a story. i have to write in this journal so i can have seperate thoughts. Everything in my story is getting so complex. I take it back. I need this journal. This journal is the only thing that will listen to me right now. I usually get excited about the basketball this month. Something is different. I could ride down somewhere to a sports bar and enjoy the hype. There is something about giving in to hype for me. I resist often resist it. I do love college basketball don't get me wrong. I think it's the whole advertising of the whole thing that kills me. EVERYONE is aware of this event in our country. That means some* people are seriously chashing in. I doubt they really need the cash. Beaches are empty here. I bet some of the local people enjoy that. I talked to both two joe friends today. Heh. We made fun of club goers, and vip members. What a joke. It's so sad when you meet a really hot girl, only to find out she wants to be a promoter. So so sad. You aren't even a promoter yet? You are just someone who wants to be one....i see. I met a cool girl in sacramento who is a promoter, i think she's just bored. It's exciting to be underage and drinking! I'm afraid of becoming a neutralist. I listen to techno all the time now. I seem to be more productive and motivated. It's Ironic to really find your love for electronica in hawaii. Weird.
My story
My story...
I must be impossible to follow sometimes. I must be a huge turn off.
Man I am yolanda's son. Who did I think I would become? My parents spend so much time alone. Now I know why. Who wants to listen? I mean I do. But they are a lot easier to listen to than I am.
I often hear the pain in my friends eyes as they wait desperately for their turn to talk. Their faces aging in front of my eyes. I see them as old as my grandparents ,"you would think your jaw would fall off by now. you talk as much as you did back in '09"
I question my motivations sometimes. Ultimately it's a waste of time for now. If I want to live, I must have a trade, I must be able to exchange. Money holds me down. Although I'm not motivated enough right now to find work.
I'm hoping the new underwater mp3 player I just bought will become my new friend next month.
I would like to swim on the team in hawaii. However, i still can't feel my leg. My hip needs an mri and lots of stretching and physical therapy. I can't continue doing much of anything unless I address the problem.
The only time I will have to take care of it will be during pre-season when I get back home. I am going to call romer. He always has answers.
Story can wait. My leg hurts....how did i get here?
My story
My story...
I must be impossible to follow sometimes. I must be a huge turn off.
Man I am yolanda's son. Who did I think I would become? My parents spend so much time alone. Now I know why. Who wants to listen? I mean I do. But they are a lot easier to listen to than I am.
I often hear the pain in my friends eyes as they wait desperately for their turn to talk. Their faces aging in front of my eyes. I see them as old as my grandparents ,"you would think your jaw would fall off by now. you talk as much as you did back in '09"
I question my motivations sometimes. Ultimately it's a waste of time for now. If I want to live, I must have a trade, I must be able to exchange. Money holds me down. Although I'm not motivated enough right now to find work.
I'm hoping the new underwater mp3 player I just bought will become my new friend next month.
I would like to swim on the team in hawaii. However, i still can't feel my leg. My hip needs an mri and lots of stretching and physical therapy. I can't continue doing much of anything unless I address the problem.
The only time I will have to take care of it will be during pre-season when I get back home. I am going to call romer. He always has answers.
Story can wait. My leg hurts....how did i get here?