| I don't update this anymore, folks. I've replyed to any and all comments made in this journal. Which wasn't many. At all. For updates on -anything-, go here, here, or here. |
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| Wow, I update my other journal more than this one.....that used to be the other way around. Anyways. I'm obsessed with Jrock and Pura-chan, that's it. |
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| I won't lie, I'm not -nearly- as entertained online as I am when I'm talking to my twin. |
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| Saturday what a day what a silly little day
Time to kill take a pill as I sit and contemplate
But I've got time. As I sink one more drink I am running out of ink
Feeling void paranoid about every little thing
And I wonder if I try to get up and say goodbye if I'll have the strength to leave
Cuz I don't have much time anymore
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| And sometimes I think that I'm not any good at all
And sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all
But then you assure me
I'm a little more than useless
And when I think that I can't do this
You promise me that I'll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once
Graduation is later today (June 1st) --- I'm glad to graduate, but the ceremony is going to be long as hell. Gods shoot me now. Anyways, I'll manage....
I feel a picture torn in two.
On one side, I am confused, emo, apathetic, not sure what to do with myself, not sure how to handle this problem I have, not sure how to let it go, get out of it all. I'm empathetic. I don't want to be the bad guy.
On the other side. I'm very happy. |
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