Im in one. Today sucked. Fuck finding a new job, im already over it. Online applications can eat my nut sack.
Somebody new talk to me. Or somebody that I haven’t talked to in a while. Really, just anyone.
Need money. I need another job. Fuck.
You make me feel stronger than all.
Hanging with girls. And geoff.
Get high and chill.
Wut. I don’t even have a band, and this twelve year old can play a fucking show?
Let’s jam some fuckin pop punk. Im itchin for a band again.
So much for hanging out before I leave, huh? Sweet.
Rules so fuckin hard
And I’m sorry.
Let’s have the same green bean casserole as last year.
It starts today.
That boy grew up too fast. His bones were made of glass.