August 2011
1 post
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April 2011
9 posts
i had
the weirdest fucking dream last night.
WTFF ?!
and, you are a piece of dirt.
i hope you never find happiness in anything you do.
i make exeptions for one person, well bitch..
that will change when you almost get a fist put in your face.
“We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with...”
– Tom Waits (via theonlymagicleftisart)
its days like these that make me remember.
its days like that these that make me want to crawl in a hole.
i need some time off.
lay back smoke some weed and make some art.
possibly take myself to a different level.
March 2011
58 posts
And I still wonder what the point it.
I’ve crushed a soul before. and its not something that i never wish to do again.
so today at school..
i got some sweet drugs and tripped out with a friend.
got looked at werid cause i could convert ounces to grams within a flash.
and i realized i cant stand alot of things like:
snow
Alfred
people who cant park
people who act like they dont know shit
they fact that i dont talk or see anyone that i use to be close to
that i never have any money
and well the list just seems to grow larger...
and..
i love the fact that all my close friends never talk to me at all or ask how im doing.
i need to get out of this place.
start new.
and pretty much say fuck you too.
And everyone talks, all I want to know is what you feel. I guess I’m just crazy.
The world is just full of cocky bastards.
No matter what I do. I can’t ever do it right. I always fuck something up and hurt someone. So it’s best to leave me to rot.
