Anyway, I'm new. I have no fucking idea what I am doing. But it seems fun. I'm kinda bored. I am at my mom's house, but I live like 12 blocks from her. I don't have a computer. I'm loud, but you like it. I am wearing a short sleeve shirt and i hate it cause my mom keeps glancing at my arm, which has about a million scars on it. It makes me feel ashamed and in a way proud. I know she worries about me. Life Fucking sucks, but what can you do? Get over it and get on with your life. That's it. You choose whether it's good or not, I guess. I choose not, way too often. I am rambling, but fuck, what is this for if you can't ramble. This is one of my few days off. So I am just chill today. I don't play with my guinnea pig enough, her name is Zamboni. Who's knows what a Zamboni is??? Maybe I should give it to my brother. He'd play with it. Okay, I'm out.
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