So i wanted to dye my hair bright pink but my step mom says no. So instead i'm getting it blue-black. Damn these ignorant fools! *sighs* you cant really blame her though, shes not into that kind of sub culture and she doesnt understand that doing that would be my statement to society that i could give a fuck less what they think.Then my mom says she'll take me shopping but she might not let me get the clothes i want. Well fuck that! I'm sick of them forcing me to dress like a damn prep.
Anyways, my stepmom and me are going to go work out on tuesday and then go down to whyte ave and hang out for a couple of hours. Then on wednesday we're going to Students For Hire so i can get myself a job so i can buy my own goddamn shit.I'm also going to be stopping by my old school to get my things out of my locker. Its not like i'm going back to the fucking school.Apparently my mom thinks its too much of a stoner school but by the time i'm 16 she wont be my legal guardian anyways.
I am finally over M.No more crying...no more wishing that things could have been different. I'm done and i'm quite proud of myself.The periods of pain after i break up with someone are getting shorter and shorter...the only different thing is i get angrier each and every time.I suppose thats just me.
Life Style of Rebellion
I'm a rat in a maze
i'm headed in the wrong the direction
if societies the cure
well then i'm the infection
when i was younger i tried hard to a find a place within it`s structure
but the more that i tried
the more i fuckin suffered
its so hard, its so hard, so fucking hard to live this life
my gun is fuckin loaded and i'm begining to see the light
i knew all along that it was wrong, when you told me it was right
all these fuckin' rules and regulations hold me down
i open up my mouth to scream, but no one hears a sound
cause they're too busy buying up
everything thats been selling
that's why i chose to live
a fuckin' lifestyle of rebellion
its so hard, its so hard, so fucking hard to live this life
my gun is fuckin loaded and i'm begining to see the light
i knew all along that it was wrong, when you told me it was right
11:20 a.m. - 2002-06-01
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