Fucking..... shit....
First of all, life sucks right now.
I have no car, I'm borrowing my dad's broken-ass celebrity that... let's see... what was it, exactly.... oh, yes, "Leaks oil out the valves." Motherfuck.
I've gotten two minors since I got home, and have consumed alcohol exactly 3 times. Two out of three ain't bad, right?
And go ahead and tell me that I should be more careful and that I knew I was breaking the law so it's my own damned fault. In the end, if you've ever gotten away with a law that you've broken, you're probably doing better than me... very rarely do I get away with it. I can't even fuckin SPEED anymore.
I'm working at Wendy's again for the summer, because I'm a big loser and I suck at life... *thumbs up* I love seeing people I've known my whole life come through the drive through... because they look at me like, "Wow, it just keeps getting worse... you used to be so promising." Well fuck off... it's my life, not yours. And if I could cash in on that promise somehow, believe me I would. If you'd like to plan out my life for me since you know so well, I'd gladly follow it...
I guess I shouldn't be writing this in my livejournal, since I hate reading shit from people when they've never said anything similar to me in real life, but this is really the only time some of you ever hear me...
So many people were so "upset" that I was leaving... and yet, I have not gotten one call from any of them without me having to first call them... even getting a call back from people is tough. Thanks... good to know you care, assholes. That goes for everyone who's ever said that they'd call me and didn't just because they didn't -feel- like it. My life is shit, I just want somefuckingone to cheer me up, and no one can take two seconds out of their fantastic lives to call and see what's up. Well fuck it. Don't ever make me feel bad for "leaving you" when you won't even see how I'm doing. Yeah... you care so much. Right. I mean, if you never pretend to care, then it won't bother me! Seriously!
If you can't tell, I'm a little aggravated right now. I'm surrounded by so many fake-ass people, and I can't get rid of them no matter where I go... Washington, Minnesota, doesn't fucking matter... they're everywhere. And they follow me. So I'm thinking that I should just have everyone leave me alone. Hermit time, this time for real.
I love how not one person is there for me and yet the thing that keeps my head above the water is not wanting to hurt the people who hurt me... unbelievable.
Karna was right.
Disclaimer: If this pissed you off, I guess that's good. At least I got my point across for once.