March 2009
Good God can you still get us home?
The new Underoath album kicks ass.
Lost in the Sound of Separation is perfect. there is not ONE bad thing about it.
Is it just enough for you to breathe? I'm trying.
I really wish my dumb friends would not be so unsanitary and gross.
I’m sick of having people’s gross feet in my face and shit. It’s not funny.
fed up.
I am so angry with myself.
I can’t deal with the fact that I completely went against everything I stood for, and just threw it all away like it was nothing. I fucked up. I really wish I had never smoked. I don’t understand why I did in the first place. It’s really not all that great. I’ve had way better times sober! I don’t see the point.
I just don’t know...
I used to rely on self medication.
I guess I don’t feel bad enough about things that happen to other people.
and apparently, I only care about myself, and I’m an inconsiderate asshole.
Fuck you guys. You don’t know anything.
just because I don’t show it doesn’t mean I don’t know, or feel it.
“I’m just a stupid fuck with brilliant...
Commit this to memory.
Why can’t I just call people to tell them that I can’t do anything or hang out?
I always just avoid it, and then everyone is pissed off at me and it ruins EVERYTHING.
I don’t know. I guess I’m just afraid of what they’ll say to me about not hanging out than I am about them just not hearing from me, which is always worse in the end.
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Day one: Nostalgia Part A.
Today is the first day that I’ve felt everything that I missed back in summer.
The smell of green plants, the smell of the flowers my mom has around the house.
The bird were actually chirping when I woke up. It was amazing.
Also, sunlight in the morning, just reminds me of being really young.
I’m not crowded by artificial light and sound.
This is the greatest moment.
This place is fucking dead.
I want to read the catcher in the rye. I haven’t read it since last year, and it seems like a good read. Also ender’s game.
what I really want to read though is fight club. I’ll read it next quarter.
“Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.”
again, again, again, repeat.
At school, we’re doing a boating class, so I can take a test to get my boating license!
I like the idea of getting it and all that shit, I just have hearing about, and seeing the lake every single day. It pisses me off because I can’t go to the lake or anything. :<
