Who am I if not your neverend distaster?
Probably my favorite song I've written. I'd type it, but I don't feel like it.
I also don't feel like staying here anymore. I just want to move as far away as possible from my family. My dad just butts into everything I do and he's so mean. All he does is yell at me and tell me how horrible I am and then he runs off to praise Conor and build him shrines of dreams and privliges. I'm sick of being here now. I'd like to leave, please.
---Scottie: How far down would you go if I never came up again? Cause you're so sick of it all and you want to change everything
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I think your dad and my dad should go bowling sometime. -_-
--Jess:no more time to care, no more time today
ohhh. I love you. Just know that okay? I love you SO much I can't say. Just try and remember that when you feel sad.
--jene
we can both move away!
we can be hermits...
only...
not really,
more like...those who chose to live alone-together.
hobos, maybe that's the word i'm looking for..
hobos!
So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.
And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.
So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.
-Patton
The hero of the day is the idiot who tells a tale, which is full of sound and fury, but signifies nothing...
I'm sorry that you have to deal with all that. My teachers say, "Teaching girls is like walking on egg shells," so I guess they are the same outside outside of the classroom as well.
--Lyle: Missed you when he stopped by your drama practice
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