I got a Fall Out Boy T-shirt. It's fucking awesome, fawesome. Cross my heart and hope to die, splinter from the head board in my eye. Today was interesting, to say the least. School was boring, after school activities made the day seem lighter. Hence, the FOB shirt, fawesome-ness, etc. Literature was a let down, nothing compelling, just notes, words, and a lot of mindless copying. So, I guess I was pumped to get out of school and into something real. Keri and I ate at Subway. I want to be a vegan, I have no idea why, I feel dirty. Like contaminated drinking water, I make everyone sick at contact point. I want to scream, or at least break something. There are so many waging wars, and it's sending my paranoia into overdrive. I can't handle anything right now. I'm slipping from grace, or whatever you'd call my post status. I'm just slipping, I'm so sick and tired. I need to get my wandering head back on my shoulders. I can't stand myself, I'm such a fucking slacker. I don't even try anymore, fuck.
Light a match to leave me be.