i have no idea what i came on to post.

this sucks.

a bit of background before this poem goes any further: i remember watching hanson talk about the song mm bop a long time ago and when asked what an mm bop actualy was, they said it was an extremely small, immeasurable ammount of time. sooo.....yea.

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i am a horrible person.

i deserve the worst of everything.

i want to die.

this self realization thing, sucks.

i deserve to die.

i think ive made a mistake.

looked through an old book.

pictures. poems. memories.

it doesnt even feel like anything new.

i dont feel like i did anything for my birthday.
i didnt get anything, but thats not complaining.
i went to a party but i consider it just a party because it was someone elses thing.

so far, 18's just a drag.

am i doomed to dreaming of the past forever?

the smell from the pomade i used today reminds me of the ending part of last year.

fucking pissed off
thats me.