we stand alone under fictitious skies
i dont know. i think i'm over L.J. i havnt updated in like forever, and i dont get it anymore. i think i need to grow up. quit bothering with "things" that arent getting me anywhere. i need to move out. i decided she's stupid. but i'm stuck. no one will come with me. i dont know. it's all in slow motion. everything is "waiting" and "hoping" and i'm sick of it. i hate making plans and getting blown off. i hate waiting for people. i hate worrying. i hate depending. im sick of asking. i just want to be alone. depend on myself. i dont want anything in my way. i dont want anyone to be there and let me down. i'd rather not have them at all. i need a better job. its been a year in the same store. i like it. but am i going anywhere? probably not. and the tattoo shop is another 2 years AT LEAST before i can do shit. more waiting. thats all i need. im sick of people saying they'll do things for me or with me, and they dont. dont tell me that if you didnt mean it. shut up
shut up you fucks.