3/18/05
The world's going to fucking end so what's the point.
The world's going to fucking end so what's the point.
in yer dreams
Like you fucking care. Last night I dreamt that I was back home. The den was exactly as I remember it before my mother slathered this atrocious peach color all over the walls. Back when it was this deep purple or blue color. I walked into the den and I felt something missing. When I got to the window overlooking the back yard I realized that Ben was gone.
I broke down crying, I was calling out to my father to tell him that Ben was gone because he didn't know that Ben was gone. No one came and I cried and yelled myself hoarse.
I broke down crying, I was calling out to my father to tell him that Ben was gone because he didn't know that Ben was gone. No one came and I cried and yelled myself hoarse.
i fucking hate march
Why? With my limited memory from my early onset senility, go ahead and claim it's reductive reasoning instead of remembering things, I lost a friend in March. No, not from death you drama queens. Last year I hurt my head pretty badly because I was fucking stupid. Now there's nothing but doom and gloom about the end of western civilization.
Once I get a fucking toe hold, once I start getting myself in order to get my shit together all of a sudden I'm assaulted by people crying about the end of our economy and culture. Seriously, I should've just forced myself out into Academy last year instead of just laying there and not resisting the guy who kept me from going into the traffic. Right now there doesn't seem to be any fucking point.
See you tomorrow.
Once I get a fucking toe hold, once I start getting myself in order to get my shit together all of a sudden I'm assaulted by people crying about the end of our economy and culture. Seriously, I should've just forced myself out into Academy last year instead of just laying there and not resisting the guy who kept me from going into the traffic. Right now there doesn't seem to be any fucking point.
See you tomorrow.
