|Current mood:|| pissed off|
|Current music:||TBS-There's No "I" in Team|
maybe i should hate you for this
im fat, ugly, and pissed off. dont fuck with me today.
so here i am, alone, at night, doing nothing, once again. im listening to taking back sunday + glassjaw once again, but for some reason, thats just not enough to fill my night. i cant go on some crazy shooting spree, i cant go hang out with anybody cause nobody wants me to hang out with them, i can do something, i just have nobody to do anything with. i've been thinking alot about Mike (bless his soul) and im willing to take the blame for his death, partially that is. i didn't know he was going to kill himself that night, so physically i couldnt pull the gun out of his hand. but i could have stopped it. i knew mentally something was wrong. but something is always wrong these days. but yet, i just let him go on the way he was. i wish, and regret that i didnt stop him, because now its too late. poor amanda + megan. it happened near their birthdays. i just really regret that i didnt stop him because its too late.
leaving you with some TBS
*if im just bad news, than you're a liar*