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Shoe23 (profile) wrote,
on 8-2-2005 at 6:30pm
Subject: Well....
I don't really know where to begin. Quite a bit has happened since the last update.

I went to a concert last night... Crossfade and Dark New Day. Not too great. I left about halfway through and talked to Tiff the majority of the rest of the concert - a good trade if I do say so myself.

My back is really messed up thanks to a softball bat. If I live for ten more years I'll be paralized. Atleast I hope most 18 year olds feel as old as I do.

I don't want to be here right now... not at all. After having a decent two days without both of them I just wish they'd disappear. Why cant they be the type of parents that just drop the fact that they ever even had a child? Then it'd be easier for me to not come back.. knowing I had no reason and no dedication.

It was great to see you. I didn't want to leave - I wish I never had to. The house is really looking nice. I don't think I have the patience and dedication to do all of that work. I can't wait to see how it looks when everything is placed and organized. Also, you really need to keep me updated with pictures now.

I paid for my first semester at SBU today. I need to pick-up my books. I'm sure there is a lot of crap I need to do that I won't know about. Whatever, it doesn't matter anyway.

But.. nothing important or unordinary that I remember. If I think of anything I'll be sure to post. Anyway... I need to find something to do I suppose. I'm running out of pictures to put in my scrapbook already. My creativity is drained right now anyway. Off to find... something...

. make me into the one you want .
. into the one you need you bend and break me .
. you watch me separate myself from who I really am .
. to fit into your plan .
..
. you're cutting me in two .
. and ripping me in three .
. you're killing with those words you say to me .
. you're cutting me in two .
. and ripping me in three .
. how many pieces can you take from me .
..
. take it .
. whatever's left is only following routine .
. fake it .
. and give in to the thoughts that being bought is what I am .
. to fit into your plan .


[.edit.]
I forgot to tell all of you... my count is now 35.
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