The Day
well my day consitsted of faggot school, then comming home. my mom bitched at him for skipping 5th and 6th hour once, like its a big deal once, my friends skip entire days, weeks at a time and they get mad over 2 times. i was going to summeraize 7th or 8th grade but didn't have time looking for vintage clothing. im just mad about life, school, and having to come home to this shit, its like i have no peace, ass holes at school, ass holes at home, and dead feelings of life. man the guys in the 60's sure knew how to do things, have a good time..... i think i am going to go to sleep, and just think.....