I dont get Will and Grace, I dont get drum and bass, The future freaks me out
I have been up to shit all lately.
Almost to the definition of the word.
I was sick on the weekend, so I slept.
I've been really tired lately, I dont know why.
I feel like I can actually sleep all day, every day, and not really care.
I'm moving to Burnaby either in November, or in with my brother, around January, I believe.
I dont know what I'd prefer.
Burnaby has a new start; New city. New people. Less alcohol. Less drugs. No phone. No internet. No computer.
My brother's has: Close to friends. No internet. No landline. Cat (allergic). Brother. Still in Poco (I dont know if that's good or bad, on moving out terms).
I dont know what I'd prefer.
I might just hop around now, you know.
November with my mom, and each following month skipping between my uncles on my dad's side, and my aunt, on my moms. I really dont know.
As much as I want things to stay the same, I want them to change.
I dont want to leave my best friend, though.
I'd die without her.
Not literally, or emo-ly.
But if I move, I wouldnt have a phone, either way.
So.
Yeah.
Love takes you so far, motives carry the rest.
Theres certain amounts of time when a door is closed, and a window remains open to crawl through.
"The only thing worse than taking a chance, is regretting not doing it"
I'm sick of that. It's bullshit. Have these people not heard of subjectivity?
Apparently you all have an adverse effect to sand in your vagina.
The worst feeling in the world, is knowing what you want to do, and seeing how you can do it, but knowing you dont have the motivation to follow through.
It's a bitch.
It's a process of elimination of friends.
I want to be in music.
And arrogantly, I honestly see it happening.
Something's always saved me.
Everything's always worked out.
Every watch the movie "The Truman Show"?
That's how I feel at times.
I can do fuck all, and try to fail, yet I succeed.
I can not show up, and get glorious praise.
I can swear like a sailor, and get a cookie.
I can pretend I'm doing something with my life, and believe it.
I've always had a feeling I'll do something.
Something to be remembered.
Sell a song, kill a jew.
Whatever.
It's the same to me.
The name hits the pages, the words go to mind.
-Someday you'll understand that everything is A.O.K.
Almost to the definition of the word.
I was sick on the weekend, so I slept.
I've been really tired lately, I dont know why.
I feel like I can actually sleep all day, every day, and not really care.
I'm moving to Burnaby either in November, or in with my brother, around January, I believe.
I dont know what I'd prefer.
Burnaby has a new start; New city. New people. Less alcohol. Less drugs. No phone. No internet. No computer.
My brother's has: Close to friends. No internet. No landline. Cat (allergic). Brother. Still in Poco (I dont know if that's good or bad, on moving out terms).
I dont know what I'd prefer.
I might just hop around now, you know.
November with my mom, and each following month skipping between my uncles on my dad's side, and my aunt, on my moms. I really dont know.
As much as I want things to stay the same, I want them to change.
I dont want to leave my best friend, though.
I'd die without her.
Not literally, or emo-ly.
But if I move, I wouldnt have a phone, either way.
So.
Yeah.
Love takes you so far, motives carry the rest.
Theres certain amounts of time when a door is closed, and a window remains open to crawl through.
"The only thing worse than taking a chance, is regretting not doing it"
I'm sick of that. It's bullshit. Have these people not heard of subjectivity?
Apparently you all have an adverse effect to sand in your vagina.
The worst feeling in the world, is knowing what you want to do, and seeing how you can do it, but knowing you dont have the motivation to follow through.
It's a bitch.
It's a process of elimination of friends.
I want to be in music.
And arrogantly, I honestly see it happening.
Something's always saved me.
Everything's always worked out.
Every watch the movie "The Truman Show"?
That's how I feel at times.
I can do fuck all, and try to fail, yet I succeed.
I can not show up, and get glorious praise.
I can swear like a sailor, and get a cookie.
I can pretend I'm doing something with my life, and believe it.
I've always had a feeling I'll do something.
Something to be remembered.
Sell a song, kill a jew.
Whatever.
It's the same to me.
The name hits the pages, the words go to mind.
-Someday you'll understand that everything is A.O.K.