| Hairs gone... Daaamn... Apparently it looks good though, atleast thats what everyone says... blah? |
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| so... i keep fuckin up.... i need to get a job, my dad will definatly work with me to get emancipated if i get a job to support myself... which is cool... i need to find a job now... which might mean cutting my hair... blah... i dont care i just need to hold a job long enough to get emancipated, then it wont really matter. Lets hope i dont have to cut my hair. |
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| So... Xanga... I dont use this like ever anymore... But in recent news, I just got done with 2 weeks in JDC. Im now at my grandparents for the christmas weekend. My uncle is coming down for New Years. Ha fuckin right. Anyways... I need to decide on my new hair color, which i get as soon as i get home from visiting grandparents. Fuck red, fuck blue, and fuck pink... anything else is good. Any suggestions? Anyways... I wish you all happy holidays... |
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| haha my friends are stupid...
You guys are stupid, you know who you are...
haha whatever |
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| Now I wake up around 4 or 5.
Eat, shower, and get dressed in about an hour's time.
Take my vitamins, check my messages, and call around to some friends,
make plans for dinner and drinks sometime after 9:00.
Oh we're definitely going to call it in early tonight.
Well, I need to dry out and take some time to clear my mind.
Now before you know it here I am again, it's fucking 2:00 in the morning,
standing in a bar, with a drink in hand.
How low can you go before you can't turn around?
Now seriously, this is my last and final time.
Well I'm making some big, big changes in my life.
No, you won't catch me down here again, waiting to score sweaty money palmed into my hand.
What the fuck are you cutting this with anyway?
Because I have got some really, really big plans.
And today's the day I'm putting them into action.
But before you know it, here I am again. It's fucking 6:00 in the morning.
Rolled up dollar bill in my hand.
How low can you go before you can't turn around?
And I'm sick of feeling like I'm losing my mind.
Sick of doing the same things night after night.
Sick of self-loathing and self-absorbtion,
self-destructive narcissism.
I'm sick to death of being constantly fucking sick of.
I don't know who I can trust.
Thought there was us, now there is no one.
Thats a song to sum up how Im feelin haha... Its pretty much dead on, cept Im not normally in bars, more like anywhere with drinks... |
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