shook ones

save me the pain of ever knowing
that my years are
less than the fingers on my hand.
I don’t care to know.




sums it up well.
it's saturday, it's beautiful out.
i came home drunk last night.
parents flipped out. and i think
they're still pissed at me.
so sick last night. next time i really
do have to eat something before i drink
tremendous amounts of hard liquor.
if anything, i guess i asked for it.
it was nice being drunk. haven't been like that
in a couple of weeks. almost forgot what it felt like.
anyway, i hope i'm allowed out. or that i do something.
i'm doing good in school actually, i can't believe
i'm actually putting an effort to this.
oh well. school is a bore.
i want to start a band and tour the world.
who doesn't?
it's better than being stuck in any town.
i'm sorry i haven't been posting.
but i guess i'm not apologizing to anyone but myself
that's life though, isn't it? haaaaa
i hope i lose my mind over the years.
i'll post in you later. because i feel like being pointless