Belle Morte

Nothing Special
2004-07-24 22:47:44 (UTC)

dazed and confused in suburbia

i fucking hate my computer. this mp3 player idea won't
fucking work because..... guess what! i have no mother
fucking USB port! lyk, 0h emM gEe!

i need to get out of my house. just.... i dunno, wander
around the city trying to figure out what i'm thinking and
trying to not be pathetic and sad and trying to make sense
and trying to stop thinking about things that will never be
and trying to stop hoping for things that will never be and
trying to stop wishing for things that will never be. i
think i need to get drunk. fuck. that will prolly never be
too, cause i mean, where the fuck am i gonna get alcohol?
supposedly inna is gonna call me later and we're gonna hang
out. for some reason i have this horrible dread in the pit
of my stomach that she's gonna call me later and tell me
that she can't hang out with me and that she'd rather it
was just her and christina, or her and pol, or whatever.
and i just have this horrible dread that one day everyone
will wake up and realize what a fuck up i am. i haven't
talked to joe since early june. i want to kill myself.




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