They can’t stop us. I’m not saying that we are unstoppable. Just that they can’t do it. The only people who can put a stop to what we’re doing is us and that won’t happen any time soon.
I tried to keep you as close as possible but I guess that was the furthest thing from your mind.
I eventually get over everything. I know I do. I try to remind myself of that when I go and want something I’ll never have. But it doesn’t really help at all. It still hurts just as much. The ache subsides over time but the beginning leaves me fucking miserable. Chin up, kiddo.
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The way sarcasm rolls off your tongue leaves me with the urge to backhand that pretty little mouth of yours.
Yeah, I just want you to be happy but I just wish you knew how I fucking felt sometimes.
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I’ve come across some amazing people in my life. Too bad you’re not one of them.
I’m not okay. You’re not okay. But I guess that’s okay.
Bringing up something negative from someone’s past to use it against them is kind of like a teacher basing every one of your test scores on one F you got years ago. It’s not fair. We all have a past. But we all also have a future. Things change and so do people. Keep that in mind.
Ok. I’m seriously adamant about not going to my senior prom. Everyone needs to stop bothering me about it.
I spend so little time sleeping but it’s the one thing that I wish I could do uninterrupted forever.
Sometimes, I look at the few good friends that I do have and think to myself “Maybe things will be alright. Maybe I’ll keep these friends for the rest of my life.” But then I cringe at the thought that that is more or less the same thing I said about every other group of friends I’ve ever had.
Fuck your face and fuck your feelings.
I stuck my head out of an empty room, Expecting nothing but the same old view. I swear I saw the future below, Spitting in the face of doom.
I always pick the song I’m performing the day before or the day of my guitar performance. Guess this time it’s no different.
It’s funny how soon people forget the good you do for them. But wrong them once and it’s engraved in their memories.
johnyr: “The Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.” Exact dialogue I quoted a few months ago. Troy is such a good movie.
I’m glad I’m gonna die relatively soon. This world is so fucked up and leaving it behind sounds wonderful.
Spent today painting. Actually, I’m still painting right now. But I don’t even know what I’m trying to put down so I feel pretty shitty about it. Ma called earlier and now I guess I’m going to Vegas after graduation.
To Do List
I got some • Nuts to bust • Butts to fuck • Ups to shut • Sluts to fucking uppercut
Maybe if I was boring they would love me more. Maybe if I was simple in the mind, everything would be fine.
When I try to help you make the right decisions, you call me crazy, scream at me to back the fuck off and let you be. But when I try to give you your fucking space and refrain from involving myself in your situation whatsoever, you say I don’t care at all about you. Yeah, yeah fuck you.
I hate bottling shit up. I mean, it’s obvious that everything is gonna come out sooner or later but I still choose to pack everything as densely as possible. What happens when you keep pouring water into a bottle that is never emptied out? It overflows. Not all at once, but nonetheless it comes out. I’m already someone who’s constantly on edge, going crazy but I worsen my condition by feigning...
Jealousy’s a sickness, so get well soon, bitch.
Holy shit, why is it that when certain people are venting to me about their life, I want to tell them to shut the fuck up. I feel bad, not for them because of the problems they’re telling me, but because I want to just get up and walk away while they are still talking. But then again, it’s not my fault I don’t fucking care about certain things.