not quite midnight..
tyler is really really sick..
that chunk of skin missing out of the bottom of my foot feels pretty cool now... it makes music.... i have one foot print and one paw print.
weird.
its times like these i miss going to english with bevrage dude at urangan high.... i use to love colouring in the ends of his dreadlocks with red nico pen.. i had something to look forward to 3 days a week...
even tho i only offically went to school for sixty something classes out of a possible four hundred and fourty...
i miss mr rose giving me detention..
beating the shit out of people with kymberly.. and jumping out of moving cars and getting stoned in the bushes.. and asking way too many questions in sexual education..
what the fuck was wrong with me?
i lost it so much then.. i loved it too.. i loved the way it made my heart pump.. i loved the way jarded teachers would yell at me for climbing through windows and throwing sissors and playing with dead kittens.. cutting myself open all the time.. bleeding on mannly's carpet.. i miss mannly the most... sniffing concrete powder.. 10:40 vomits.. girls fighting over my serial killer boyfriend.. making the seniors cry.. i miss talks with serath.. (i really do)
something was wrong with me clearly..
i was such a hard core little rebel.. hahahaha..
i miss tjzarna.. and beth.. and spatula.. and spashy washy with a bung eye.. and bonnie the girl i had a crush on in grade 4...
i miss reading 48 shades of brown over and over.. and dreaming about making love to elizabeth bathory... wanting MY blood down someones throat...
i feel less than a 5000 peice puzzel now..
goodnight
2001 was fucking shit..
