October 2010
September 2010
“I have a very child-like range and a very child-like loneliness.” — Richey Edwards
I’m nervous
“What’s on the list?”
“Blunts kickball fingerbanging theft vandalism alcohol chaos sneaking out”
This shit day just got awesome
I’m the same as I was when I was six years old And oh my God, I feel so damn old I don’t really feel anything On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below And oh my God, they look so alone Do they really feel anything? Oh my God, I’ve got to, got to, got to, got to move on Where do you move when what you’re moving from Is yourself? The universe works on a math equation That...
i want to drop out of college
I wish I had no conscience but I do have one and its screaming YOU ARE TERRIBLE
when everything is terrible everything is really not so bad because i get to be here and you, whoever you may be, you get to be here and if we have to be around i’m sure we’ll make the best of it because what else is there to do. we can watch tv. we can walk down the street. yes!
I can’t feel like a pathetic idiot loser any longer. So I am going to stop now.
UGHLJHGHHHHHHHHH SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP
when i fly and look down i’d swear that’s not me. that’s not me. forget your taught talking and lessening lessons. you strut like a stutter. dumb loser user boy so used to the abuse can’t see how he’s been used. pokes me in the side. mistakes my gagging for a smile. i can’t fly till he can fly
I can do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!