YOU ARE ALL NOT LIVING.

I can't decipher what the problem is.
Whether it is this heat wave. Whether it is this schedule of life.
Whatever the problem is, it's getting to me.
I've been sitting on my dining table for nearly six hours and I've gotten nothing done.
I can't seem to focus and my mind is on a slump.
I have been lulling around like life is a joke.
But you know what? Maybe it is a joke.
I'm sitting here thinking, what's the point? What is the honest point of this?
All this studying, homework, tests, writing essays on things I don't give two fucks about. What is the mother fucking point of doing things you don't find purpose in? What is the mother fucking point of doing things you don't give a shit about?
If it were all up to me, I'd say, fuck it.
Why can't we all live rather than simply get by?
How many times, how loud do I have to scream it?
I want to live. I don't want to simply get by, I want to live.
I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live!
I don't want to get by anymore. I'd rather die than get by like this.
I want to live.
Out of the norm.


Somebody please just get me out of here.

Rules Were Meant to be Broken.

Just one of those days.
Damned if we do,
bored if we don't.
How loud do I have to scream it?
I want to live!
I don't want to simply survive, I want to live!








"This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision now let's
have some fun."

Let it Be Known

That all we are, are just a bunch of backstabbing bitches.

Someone once told me that they didn't believe in friendships.

Naive, I thought that the person was sad and didn't understand the true meaning of friendship.

I rest my case,

all we are, are a bunch of backstabbing bitches.

How do I know this?

Because I am a, the, one, backstabbing bitch.

But you are, too.

Don't point fingers and point at yourself.