dear diary. mood: apathetic.

my life is spiraling downward. i couldn't get enough money to go to the blood red romance and suffocate me dry concert. which sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like "stab my heart because i love you" and "rip apart my soul" and of course "stabby rip stab stab" and it doesn't help that i couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thing either like the guy from that one band can do.

...my life is just a black abyss you know? its so dark and its suffocating me, grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip. tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans (which look great on me by the way...)

and my parents don't get me ya know? they think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy.. well a couple of guys, but i mean like its the 2000's can't 2.. or.. 4 dudes make out with each other without being gay? i mean chicks dig that kinda thing anyways.

i don't know diary sometimes i think you're the only one who gets me. you're my best friend. i feel like tacos.
 
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