For all those who break they neck, to keep they hoes in check...
So one day...
After many months of neglecting his livejournal, Paul updated.
I'm such a fucking weasel. Like right now, in my head I feel so wrong about everything I've done in the past two weeks. The past two months even. I had a really good clean thing going, and I fucked it up because I can't deal with everyday problems like most people. What happens post Paul? Alot of Miller High Life 40s, and over priced dirt weed. That's right kids, I've managed to stay in the completely wasted zone for a little over two weeks now, and boy do I ever feel like ass.
It goes like this...
Paul cries, boo fucking hoo, take it out on yourself faggot...
He gets loaded out of his mind, and convinces people that he's something completely different than what they think.
But in reality, he's still standing in the same pose he's been in for years, forever.
School started Tuesday, but I left after ten minutes. I can't sleep anymore, I've lost my sense of comfort in this fucking vomit hole.
On another note, I've been vomiting three to four times a day just because I can't hold it back...
I'm such a fucking loser, I'm not even going to graduate this year...
After this year, I get to watch her walk away to bigger and better things. I'm just glad I was there as much as I was. She doesn't talk to me so much now. Things are completely different. All I have is my memories now. I'm over it though, as much as I can be anyways. She saw me for what I really was. A gutless fucking coward. As much as I want to change I can't.
On the lighter side of things, I celebrated Byron Fadley's 20th birthday with him, and the coolest group of people I've been around in a while. I didn't even think they liked me, but I guess I was wrong. It might not mean much, but I want to thank everyone there for being friendly towards me, because no one has been nice to me in such a long time. Yeah, so what...I'm feeling kind of emotional.
As for 2004, one of the best and worst years of my life...
Paul...definitely...Sucks
After many months of neglecting his livejournal, Paul updated.
I'm such a fucking weasel. Like right now, in my head I feel so wrong about everything I've done in the past two weeks. The past two months even. I had a really good clean thing going, and I fucked it up because I can't deal with everyday problems like most people. What happens post Paul? Alot of Miller High Life 40s, and over priced dirt weed. That's right kids, I've managed to stay in the completely wasted zone for a little over two weeks now, and boy do I ever feel like ass.
It goes like this...
Paul cries, boo fucking hoo, take it out on yourself faggot...
He gets loaded out of his mind, and convinces people that he's something completely different than what they think.
But in reality, he's still standing in the same pose he's been in for years, forever.
School started Tuesday, but I left after ten minutes. I can't sleep anymore, I've lost my sense of comfort in this fucking vomit hole.
On another note, I've been vomiting three to four times a day just because I can't hold it back...
I'm such a fucking loser, I'm not even going to graduate this year...
After this year, I get to watch her walk away to bigger and better things. I'm just glad I was there as much as I was. She doesn't talk to me so much now. Things are completely different. All I have is my memories now. I'm over it though, as much as I can be anyways. She saw me for what I really was. A gutless fucking coward. As much as I want to change I can't.
On the lighter side of things, I celebrated Byron Fadley's 20th birthday with him, and the coolest group of people I've been around in a while. I didn't even think they liked me, but I guess I was wrong. It might not mean much, but I want to thank everyone there for being friendly towards me, because no one has been nice to me in such a long time. Yeah, so what...I'm feeling kind of emotional.
As for 2004, one of the best and worst years of my life...
Paul...definitely...Sucks