Bored bored bored. Off work tomorrow. Today is Diane's 44th birthday. Bret and George had a beer, and Diane came into the kitchen, looked at me, and asked if I was drunk, when I hadn't even been drinking at all. She was like, "You're cheeks are all red!" lawl. I don't drink. I'm not cool like other kiddos my age. I'm the boring one. Durr. We had a big breakfast for dinner and ice cream cake afterward. It was nice, but George was all lazy and tired the whole time.
I miss my music. I miss it so much.
I admit that I'm just a fool for you.
I feel like I've lost some of my individuality. There's nothing to stand for or rebel against. I have everything I've ever wanted, and there's nothing left to fight for. I want to fight for something. Maybe I just want to fight.
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Hey!! Moo is so cute!! You lookin for a fight? Go find a good cause. The system always needs its a** kicked!
ReplyDeletemiss your music? It misses you too. Go find it.