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knackered |
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Big Trucks - Pedro The Lion |
So I have a place that I goto. I sit there, wating and talking with my thoughts, trying to work things out. As I sat there, my nose bled. I tilted my head--I relaized that the lack of sleep I'm getting is getting to me. I know I shouldn't be pushing myself to stay up, but I think it's better than sleeping in all day. I'm still quite lonely.
Maybe it's best that i move out of my brother's house. Get away from my family. Get a new change in scenery. Get the fuck away from everything I know. It's honestly the only thing I know left in me. My family has tought me nothing but how to move. I don't think I can ever move on. But it's ok.
Hopefully after this next college school year I'll be able to head to California, goto Cal Arts in LA and find a new place to die in. This place is wicked like the thoughts I've tried to give up. People I know I cannot stand anymore. Their all into themselves and not willing to give up something.
Today has been a better day than the last few. I called a girl today--I surprised her. I hoped she smiled.
--See |
