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Here we go with a typical friday. I suposedly have to go to my dads this weekend but I have work to do. I have to pick my TEA form, make sure vanessa doesnt do any coke with raven, Volunteer as a sobie for Adriana, and find a fucking job. As much as I want to avoid the working world, the truth is obvious and I need to get some cash. Slowly Im moving into designer clothes and wanting the high styles of the world. I feel that I need to occupy myself completely at all times. I guess I wish I was somebody else. Abandoning my once uneventful life before, Ive gone into this unususal metamorphosis. With my inability to speak what is on my mind, Things still become more and more difficult. I was made for a higher purpose or I just live for no reason.
So is my failure of intellectual desire. I need something to do... I need to completely expose my mind to the malice of the world, its beauty is ever diminishing.
Im isolated like a fucking kid. With Burgoning
influences such as lust and drugs, I wonder how long I can last before my soul completely dissolves And all that will remain is a lifeless shell.
So is my failure of intellectual desire. I need something to do... I need to completely expose my mind to the malice of the world, its beauty is ever diminishing.
Im isolated like a fucking kid. With Burgoning
influences such as lust and drugs, I wonder how long I can last before my soul completely dissolves And all that will remain is a lifeless shell.