bung's really fucked up now.
and it kinda hurts to see her like that.
knowing i can't help her at all.
i'm sorry babe, but
i'll probably fuck things up more with my dumb comments.

i don't know but my band is playing.:):)
for that statement alone, i wanted to murder his sorry ass.
and i reconsidered whether i actually wanted to go support eugene.
your band's weird.
let's face it, unless i know the other bands playing,
i'm not wasting money to watch your band.
yes, eugene's my friend.
but it really isn't that good.

the meeting's this sunday.
i don't know if i really want to go for mission.
blah.

mum thinks i'm drawing on my hand,
'cause i want a tattoo.
i'm amused.
though it is true that i want a tattoo.
oh well.

atiqah asked the question i never have an answer for.
why do you do it?
my reason keeps changing.
i forgot why i started doing it already.

once upon a time we had a lot to fight for.

i lost my safety pin.
-mutters.
i feel like whining about the loss.

games day is tmr.
dumb as hell.
i do not wanna go.
but i don't have a choice.
wth.

i need a meaning,
i need a soul.

i feel like skipping school again.
that's not going to happen though.
i need to pass up all my overdue shit.
10:31 PM
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