Feel like crap. I skinned my knee and got it hit by a basketball. Still got no recognition that I was alive until Rahul told me how many times I got pegged with a basketball. I called him a b***h and told him to ******** off. I wrote 3 full pages of apparent scribblings plus that page with '********' on it.
I've been talking to Lisa... I just realize how clueless in social terms. I don't know who likes who (not that it matters, we're only middle schoolers) and what people think of other people. I'm basically blocked out I guess. Maybe that's why I'm so dark.... I guess I'm lonely or something... Or maybe it's just in my mind... "Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me. It all keeps adding up... I think I'm cracking up. Am I just paranoid, Am I just stooonnnneeeeddddd..." Green day, Basket Case...
Hm.. Another tidbit... Green Day's songs seem to describe my life. Boulevard of Broken Dreams does... Time of Your Life... Hah... American Idiot... Parts of Jesus of Suburbia... Ksnort.. The Grouch, definately. I am retarted. Hey Billie's life is like mine... Got his first guitar at 12... Yep... Youngest in the family... So far... Hm.. I can prolly relate Johnny's life too...
 pla303 · Wed Mar 30, 2005 @ 02:47am · 0 Comments |
