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a man without a dream is an empty vessel
Typed this at |12/05/2007 02:01:00 PM| on Wednesday, December 5, 2007
i do not like my life now.
its being a bitch.
first, that.
now, this.
i don't know what to do.
i'm not as brave as you guys think, don't be "HEY, BE A REAL MAN! FACE LIFE! GET UP WHEN YOU FALL!" on me. as if i don't know shit.
what i want to do is already being destroyed by parental control set on high. don't make it go "Very High-Maximum Protection".
what i am going to do is also being destroyed by what is known as Lack Of Varying Examples.
i might as well fucking be a robot now.
i don't like it.
please, those of you who have very loving parents [gives you anything you want, happy, blahblahblah] don't say "Your parents love you, you should love them too".
I have had enough of this shit.
I want to scream, but am afraid of being permanently shut off from the internet.
Having Lack Of Varying Examples sucks.
a wasted chance
i don't know.
post-midlife crisis?
teenage angst?
am i going emo and cut myself in the wrists?! [NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO]
i need to focus my rage on something.
any suggestions?
i would like to fucking destroy my piece of shit acoustic guitar which doesn't stay in tune and plays like shit, hell i should have trusted my head then and get a fucking bass, not listen to other people's "play the acoustic first, trains your fingers as it is harder to play". then why play the electric at all? its as they say "easy".
fuck.
forgive me if i am not myself online or offline, i'm going to be an asshole about everything i hold dear and anything which i would not hesitate to destroy on.
lies.
i wasted a chance, that's what i think then. now i think of it as a opportunity as an insight.
rage.
fuck all of this.
can we be friends? i don't know.
next year's going to be even more of a bitch than this one, hope i can endure [fuck, i want pokemon diamond/pearl either one]
argh.
i am in a mess.
