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the.softest.words.can't.heal.the.deepest.wounds. (annearbour) wrote,
@ 2003-01-11 00:47:00
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    Current mood: tired
    Current music:the get up kids- Ten Minutes

    If Only duct tape could fix everything...
    my eyes are soo sore from snowboarding tonight ! i havent gone all this year and i was horrible, it was very horrible, today i dont think i had the emotional strength to snowboarding, i wasnt up for it and i just was kinda feeling down. but after snowboarding hanging out with emmy made me happy, shes one super chick, and shes getting really good at boarding. im proud! i can already feel my legs hurting.. im gonna be soo sore for work tomorrow. i dont wanna work. i really gotta get a new job! but where? fuck this stupid town. fuck all the stupid people in it also. theres only certain people i can stand .but after this year i wont see there arrogant faces anymore, i am soo moving away. soooo far away i cant handle sitting around doing nothing in this helll hole anymore. i need somewhere with alot of excitement, alot of shows( concerts) and some snow for boarding, im thinking b.c. it would be amazing to live there! i wonder if theres any super sweet, great personalitied, fun-loving emo boys out there.. i hope there is, cause theres none out here. i feel soo osolated in this town, maybe because i dont get out much? or maybe because no one knows whats really going on out in the "real world" this place is soo cookie cutter its not even funny. at least they bring us newspapers to feel the grasp of some kinda reality, even though you cant always trust what you read. anyways thats my story. i hate it here. im counting the days until i get to leave, first i have to save enough money to leave, i dont think im gonna go on that trip anymore with the school, i would love to but it costs too much and i dont htink my parents love me enough to give me some money cause there fucking evil and they cant let me do anything thats remotely fun, my mom was trying to make me stay home today cause she thought the roads were too bad.. fuck that i dont care if i die, if its my time to go then let it fucking be, the roads werent even that bad you stupid witch. fuck you. thats what i said.. well in my head anyways. my dad is such a cock sucker hes such a fucking tool sometimes, like get a fucking clue, the beatles arent that good, they were for there time, now stop listening to them you heard enough of them for the past 192983 years, there over, listen to some new music, im sure they would want you to do the same, im sure no teenager has heard more beatles than me.. in this day and age, im sure i could sing it backwards. its not 1964 anymore. gah, and dad... when you yell at me for my music, just think about how loud you play your shit, and when you yell at me for any reason, dont think im gonna be nice to you afterwards, i dont forgive and forget that easily im not a fucking fish. so fuck off for a while and leave me alone i dont need your shit. all well im going to bed i need some fucking sleep .. i have to work at 11 30 BOOO!!
    *~*~I'm through talking
    (it's the strangest thing, but I feel safe when I'm lonely)
    don't take too much
    you'll get burned if it's all at one time
    the world don't turn without you
    I'm amazed you're standing still
    I'm taking my kisses back
    I want my kisses back from you
    your problems, they aren't problems
    be glad they never will
    I'm taking my kisses back
    I want my kisses back from you
    take it easy don't you get it?
    it's just an expression
    would you raise your voice every time a little dirt gets under?
    cry if you want
    (it's the return of no sensitivity)
    you don't have to scream to say something that you honestly mean ~*~



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