January 29, 2011
Labels: diary, wake the fuck up
Labels: diary, wake the fuck up
Labels: asshats, diary, fake ass friends
Like a body in a river in a car. And the only sound in my head was a dying cricket in a jar. Then I saw little beams of light come into the bedroom from underneath the door. They crawled under my sheets and they came out of every. single. pore.
I've come to realize that I'm most unsatisfied with my life and inspired to the fullest past 3 a.m. I'm a hardcore insomniac. I have so many plans and bright ideas about my future during this time. I literally feel like I've snorted line upon line and I'm just like 'OK, LET'S DO THIS!' But by the time I pass out around 6 a.m. and wake up past noon I'm ready to kill a poor innocent animal. I'm lazy. lazy. lazy.. Until 3 a.m comes around again of course. I plan for the week but never follow through. By the weekend I never fail to get drunk and party with people I barely give a shit about, and vise versa. Doing nothing during the week and partying on the weekends isn't gunna get me to where I wanna go in the future. This has been my life for quite a while and I'm sooo fucking over it to say the least. I'm tired of ignorant ass people and their childish behavior. I'm just tired of drama. I'm tired of the circumstances I've been in for the past 2 or so years...I feel like such a damn floater..and a damn loser. I just don't feel like I can fully expand my wings that have been clipped back, living in Washington...Living here.
I miss my dad a lot. Every time I see him, it's like he seems to be getting tired and tired and that saddens me. I know there is so much pressure on him to be everything he can to everyone. I wish I could spend more time with him.
I have a lot of ideas in my head but I haven't given the time to jot them down. Mostly stories..
I'm tired. I want an Oreo cookie milkshake and lots and lots of carbs. I want a job so I can help out my dad, I want to weigh 105 lbs. I wish it was Halloween all year round, I don't know if it's because a) i like candy b) I'm listening to dead man's bones c) nostalgia. or d) all of the above. Um, D. I have surgery on the 2 Feb and I'm paranoid :/ Time to relax and watch TV.
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Labels: diary
I spin, colliding into sound like whales beneath me diving down. I'm sinking to the bottom of my everything that freaks me out. The lighthouse beam has just run out. I'm cold as cold as cold can be. Be.
I want to swim away but don't know how. Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean. Let the waves take me down. Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah. Let the rain of what I feel right now come down. Let the rain come down.
Really disappointed. I haven't been this upset about something in a very long time, it just seriously makes me sick to my stomach. I will never forget this night. I feel like I'm gunna look back on my life and say that this was the exact night where my whole mindset changed. Words don't mean shit to me anymore, even mine now. I have nothing to say or to prove to anyone anymore. Your sorrys dont mean shit to me but keep talking cos I think it's funny. Actions, now that's what counts for me now. And I won't stop. I'm not gunna give up. This night has given me the strength to get my life in check. I don't ever want to be embarrassed like that ever again. I don't ever want to have to run up to a crying girl, while her baby brother is lying on the floor because everyone thinks he got shot. And to think that I was with the morons carrying the gun. I have never been more affected in my life. I have never in my life seen such filth. Scum. People I hung around with, got drunk with, had each other's backs, got on emotional levels with, made memories with are the ones always starting drama, fighting other people for no reason, disrespecting complete strangers, acting like children..these are the people I never want to associate myself with anymore. I can't even stand to be in the same room as them anymore. The disgusting things I saw tonight, I just never would have thought they would be the ones doing it. It was sick to look at. You don't terrorize people for no reason. You don't go up to innocent people and pull out a gun, telling them to drop there alcohol and jack their shit. You don't pistol whip someone in the face, knocking them out and leaving his older sister hysterical. You just don't do that. I don't care if you're "blood". You're not so shut the fuck up with it. You're a fucking dipshit and you make me sick. I will never have your backs, ever again.
p.s. can't trust no one in this shit town.
Labels: asshats, diary, fake ass friends, fuck your stripes