There is nothing awesome about being unappreciated.
I'm sick of spending my life trying to be nice to people,
only to be walked on and taken for granted.
I'm done being nice.
Consider me an entire new entity,
Complete with a fist to your mouth,
Or a heeled shoe to the back of your skull.
I'm fucking done.
I went to the mall to return things for money which would go straight into my gas tank and my lungs,
And ended up with a 75dollar Pac Sun gift card instead. Fuck you, Pac Sun.
Maybe I can buy some skinny jeans and a hurley shirt and go hang out with the surfer kids.
.......
end my life.
I'm going to read the next 6 months away.
1 comment:
Hey. I like Pacsun sometimes. You should just sell the gift card to a drug dealer. Not sure what that would do but I'm feelin like something great would happen. And if it makes you feel any better, I bought a pack of cigarettes from Gene today. When I say "bought" I mean that I said "hey Gene, can I buy a pack of cigarettes from you?" and he said "There's a carton on top of my dresser, if you open it, the first pack's yours. Merry Christmas" and then he lectured me. So it was technically not free at all, but...there ya go. Lemme send you some Cheyenne's gurrrl. They taste like the hair of a Native American but they fill up the lungs.
Oh hey how about I call you right na na na? Wish we were makin love right na na na.
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