fuck me.

im so tired and miserable. I don't wanna go to Florida soon ugh.

i got grounded for a haircut.

sorry for being fabulous.

who wants to be in show choir

everyone here is lame as hell

you dance you sing and then you go home
the end

ugh

i hate myself and want to go home.

mantra for today

i love stage crew.
i love stage crew.
i love stage crew.
i love stage crew.

You.

I need you. I need your arms around me, I need you here right now so badly.
I need you like I need a cup of coffee in the morning, and I need you so bad I bite my lips and tear them to sheds just like when I'm impatient for a nicotine fix. And my lips bleed and I let it go, let it flow, because it will stop with due time, unlike this dull, bitter aching in my bones for you. This headache brought on by the valves in my chest going haywire and sending straight happiness through my veins. The world will stop around me when I first lay eyes upon you, I can promise you that. Because I won't be able to focus on anything else except for how much I need you and want you and with every fibre of my being desire everything you are and ever have been and ever will be. Something about you pulls these feelings right out of my chest and puts them on a slab for everyone to see. I am grotesquely displayed, crucified, bleeding to death with a smile on my face, and on the table in front of me there is the concoction that once made up my psyche - 1 part depression, 3 parts trauma, 2 parts bad memories, isolation to flavour, shaken not stirred. And from the wounds inflicted upon me on this day come flowing the sticky sappy sweet juices of love, sheer unconditional love I could never expect you to return to any extent.

Rebecca

so we're reading rebecca in English class right?

i don't like it at all judge me so hard.

I'll probably do a full review when we finish with it. It's not nearly as good as I had hoped.

someone tried to correct my name

what a basic bitch

who the fuck you think you is

reasons why band bothers me

so
naturally
im in band
what else would you expect from a badass like me.
but sometimes it really gets on my nerves.

reason one high school honours level band bothers me:
bullshit percussionists
i mean in some cultures ball tag is considered a form of greeting. forcefully punching the testicles of your fellow man brings great pleasure to some it seems. fact of the matter these shit-slinging half-tomato mongoloid motherfuckers fuck up the whole band experience for everyone. maybe it's just my band but i feel it's a phenomenon that happens in high school bands all around the world. hardly anyone in here takes it seriously, but the percussion is the worst. me? i never take anything seriously.

reason two high school honours level band annoys me:
the high woods section
in this i am including the Bb clarinets, flutes, and oboes. chances are all of these players are girls, and prissy as fuck with a holier than thou attitude. if you get a dude in the section, he's lithe, feminine, and thrown about as if their toy. it's pretty grotesque, seeing this sight of sheer and unadulterated torture.
i play the clarinet and i can hardly go a day without a bitch yelling at me because of a wrong note or a missed accidental. holy shit i missed a fucking note why can't i be perfect like you
fucking bitches

reason three high school honours level band annoys me:
it just does
that's all
it's just fucking annoying
and it needs to stop

that is my daily rant on my life please attend to your daily business

really?

apparently it's cool if i pursue stage crew as a career. and here i was thinking that any career in the creative field would automatically make me a "crazy lesbian thespian."

im a boy that's not even possible.

i dont think my parents ever dreamed their kid was growing up to be a depressed sarcastic asshole thats addicted to the internet and has more internet friends than real ones

oh my god why the fuck do i watch supernatural.

all it does is make me cry big gross blubbery tears of inner turmoil.

i do that enough by myself, thank you very much.

got the newest issue of rolling stone today.

at least i think its the newest one. hell if i know.

all that matters is one of my idols, billie joe armstrong, was on the cover and he pretty much spilled his guts inside the pages.
even after about 10 or so years i am still madly in love with green day unironically and none of you can stop me.

i mean seriously. go read this shit. its pretty fucking amazing.