.Scream Your Dream.
standing on the edge of night
so its cold outside, im frustrated i have a report to write
for skiles fuck it, im tired. delaware frustrates me,
three star china gust book losers are cussin on my friends.
im satisfied with my post though. they are so proud of what
they are, they are so proud of the little tiny scene left
in delaware, jerks.
sam. oh. cry. he makes me so sad, i dont know what to say
or do around him. i just wnat to try to make him not cry
and not sad and not say he wants the bleakness and monotony
of an emotionless life.
boys. girls. states. bands. music. art. care. school.
light. star. food. promise. try. effort. trash. emotions.
thats all. thats all everything ads up to.
spending my afternoons flipping through old vinyl in little
record stores, spending money i dont have to spend. seeing
friends who arent freinds at all. getting dissed and
dissing. hearing preach when "I JUST WANTED TO See THE
FREAKIN SMILEY KIDS ON THEIR LAST TOuR evER" but fuck it.
thats enough for now.