so pissed off.
my dad missed green day AND slash on the grammy’s. he would have been so happy. AND he’s not going to get to see american idiot which is FINALLY!!! coming to broadway. we always talked about how we couldn’t wait to see it. but i don’t even wanna see it without him. green day was like, our thing :( i already said i wasn’t going to see them live ever again, because i...
WHAT THE FUCK, MAN.
I’M SICK OF THESE FREEHOLD B0YZ BEING ALL UP ON MY DICK. Like, it’s nice & all but can’t I get someone a little closer to be interested in me? Pl0x? It would be nice >.<
i’d just like to say thanks to this certain person who’s impact on my life makes all my poems AWESOME.
i need to get you alone.
i can’t fucking stand it when people are in a bad mood and take it out on me. ESPECIALLY when i do everything i can to try and make them happy. suck it, i’m so fucking done. i guess this is how keith felt about me back in the day LOL.
fucking with people on formspring is fun. that’s why i don’t take any question on there seriously (i disabled my account btw cause it was getting old). but ah, the anonymity. it’s what the internet is about right? people with no lives act tuff hiding behind their keyboards. well i’m not acting tuff, i’m just telling random people i wanna make out with them. and i do...
isn't it weird how a wooden structure could ruin...
dear future brookdale students, STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE SLC GAZEBO. i swear, if i didn’t go there the first day of last semester i would never have met certain people who made my life a living hell, one person especially. & since i can’t say this to his face, i’ll vent on here. YOU, SIR, ARE A FUCKING BITCHASS. i’m GLAD i didn’t date you, because you’re...
i put a hidden message in my poem.
i’m sneaky. i think i’m gonna stop posting my work on facebook, though. like even though everyone seems to like them they’re more or less all about the same person so i’m just like fffffffffffffffffttttttyup. okay fuck it’s 2AM and i need to be up at 8. COOL. night.
i just want you to know i’m here. i want to be able to believe you’re here, too.
i bet the person who said my face looks like a “saggy butthole” on formspring is the same person who used to reblog my posts on here to say i looked like a uterus. lolz. i’m glad my face resembles various inner body parts :D!
formspring - ask me questions. →
one day, i was bored
thegeorgemott: dataa: darlingskyline: trinnasdfghjkl: catalano: miscilaineyous13: so i went on tumblr and everyone was like so i was like and i was all until my friend came over and she was all and i was like but then she was all so i was like and then she was like so i was like fine gtfo and she was like and i was like so i turned on the tv and he was...
Yeah, yeah, you're not as nice as you seem.
After my dad died, everyone said the same thing, “if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” Well, hi, I need to talk. Where are you? Cause you sure as hell aren’t here.
Something random I dislike:
When people type/write/SAY!? a word that ends with “y” like this: kitteh, babeh, etc. IT’S SO WEIRD.
are starting to get scary and REALLY vivid. and they’re long. experts say that dreams seem long but they’re only about 10 seconds. no, not at all. mine are seriously longer. fuck that noise. they’re always about something i lost & spend the whole dream looking for, or falling in front of a ton of people, or being in life or death situations i.e. my car was on a narrow bridge...
I gave in and got a formspring. →
fuck. that was such a stupid idea. i’m going back to sleep. i hope my question goes unanswered.
stop saying "good looks."
i.e. “good looks on that bring me the horizon shirt lolz” or, sarcasm: “good looks on texting me back l0ser pffft.” STOP IT. IT DOESN’T FUCKING MAKE SENSE.
i am so mad at myself for not speaking up. anyone that knows me knows i can’t keep my mouth shut. so why did i for this? i’ll never know. but what i do know is that i’ll always always always hate myself for it and no amount of time or therapy will ever make it go away.
i’m lost without you.
another song that invokes da sexual feelingz.
this song makes me wanna have sex.
I'm not sick but I'm not well.
That’s the one line that keeps running through my head. I finally found out what actually happened to my dad. It’s something I kind of knew my whole life, but it was never brought to light. I wish it was. I wish it was so much. Could have, should have, blah blah blah. It’s true, though. He wasn’t sick…but he wasn’t well. I’m so thankful for my cousin...
going to florida in the a.m. i’ll have my laptop with me, but i doubt i’ll be on here much. if i’m not, i’ll see all you tumblr-erz on friday. (i’ll probably be on as soon as i get to my cousin’s house. lulz.)
i don’t like the drugs but the drugs like me.
people that call the advice guy on Z100 are mine and erin’s source of entertainment for tonight.
dear poor excuses for friends,
leave me alone if you’re going to act like this. love, another poor excuse for a friend.
trying to find reasons to hate you is really hard.
after extensive research over the past 5 years,
i’ve come to the final conclusion that love does not, in fact, rhyme with hideous carwreck. carwreck isn’t even a word. i’d like to thank webster’s dictionary and common sense for helping me finish this project.
things i will say when it's 3AM and i don't give a...
(umm it’s basically something i need to say to someone but i don’t think i’ll ever get to.) alright. so. not too long ago we came to YET ANOTHER mutual agreement that we will end this friendshit (not a typo lulz) once and for all. that’s cool. but as you know, since you’ve known me longer/better than either of us would like, i can’t leave things left unsaid....