just because...

fuck you, jonathan.
i love you,
-ss



fuck me, right?
what am i supposed to do?
i'm not superman.
as much as i pretend to be, i'm not.
fuck everything.


i hate:
-hating.
-bitching.
-loving.
-existance.
-purpose.
-girls.
-prom.
-things.
-people.
-whatever.

i feel like shit. nevermind.
you know?

no matter what i do, someone is always dissapointed.
i've learned this lesson a number of times.
but, i can't seem to grasp how to fix it.
Spring Break is going to ...suck.
i'd like some smoke.


yeah.
to hell with it all, in theory.