Friday, 1 January 2010
09:44:44 AM (GMT)
I'm writing this because I'm fuck bored out of my mind and bordom depresses the shit
out of me. The music's to loud, my ears are ringing, my leg's a sleeping, and my
leg's are weeping.
My pant's are to tight; I can feel my legs being suffocated, they can't breath. I
fear they'll fall off.
I'm complaining because theirs nothing else to do.
I'm dying becasue I'm fucking bored.
I'm cranky because I lack sleep.
I lack sleep because I refuse to go to sleep before 5 am, no matter how tired I am.
I refuse sleep because at the moment i'm not at home, and my hang over's caching up
My hang over's catching up with me because I had to drink and pop pills to drown out
everyone's drunken ignorence.
Everyone's drunken ignorence because that's my real family for you.
That's my real family because I live with two teenagers not much older than I am
because my parents have "problems".
They have problems because of their drunken ignorence.
I think i'm done.
I'm done because i'm cool like that.
I'm cool like that because bai.