Looks like I won't be needing a dress, peoples.
I.
Am.
Not.
Going.
Yuh. You heard right. I'm not going. Why?
Because I'm a bad friend, because I care too much, and I make it look like everything's about me, me, me me and me. I screw things up. I hate on people that every one else likes. And I make bad choices. Not only that, but I can't seem to go one day on this thing without being upset.
WHERE IS THE LOVE, PEOPLE. WHERE IS IT. WHO LOST IT?
More importantly, who's gonna find it?
Who a c t u a l l y wants to find it?
Who cares?
That's right. I've made it a point not to care in the least.
Example? "Jazzy, he died." "Hmm. Must've been the pizza."
Caring is what got me here, in this situation. In short? CARING SUCKS BALLS. IF YAH WANNA CARE, PUT ON A PINK TEDDY BEAR SUIT AND JOIN THE CAREBEARS.
I've been in this too long not to see that I was getting old. Real old. Like that bowl of condensed milk my mom found under my nigttable this one time.
That s**t was old.
So, if you people have ANY reason for me to go to this thing, please enlighten me. I don't know if it's gonna do much good. I told you people how much I cared in my last post. I was stupid in those days. ("Jazzy, it was yesterday." "And... ?" wink
This is probably as short as my posts will ever get.
If anyone can answer those questions at the beginning of the post, then maybe, just maybe, I won't sleep in Saturday.
I'll watch T.V. instead.
So, comment.
BYE BITCHES.
 chai high · Thu Mar 11, 2010 @ 04:16am · 0 Comments |
