now i'm crying. it doesn't even feel like i was venting at all if no one CAN read it, not that anyone would. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. i don't even like myself, how are other people meant to like me?
it's the soul train, beep beep, get on.
i could just sit at home and listen to trent practice the start of "come as you are" on guitar.
does it count as practice if you're asleep? it does if you don't drop it.
say do you two kids like potato ships? why don't you come out back and see the ones we've made, no thanks, YES!
i like having low self esteem, makes me feel special.
and from that moment on i have been her distant cousin.
last time i took thistest they told me it could be whatever i wanted it to be.
the end.
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