Personal XXX

I read your journal a few years ago

It had only one written page.

You asked God to keep you from hurting anyone,

To keep your anger in a cage.

There are things I would've done differently as a parent of three,

But since I'm older now I know you never meant to hurt me.

 Guess what I chipped my tooth again today.

InsomniaCanSuckMyDick.

i don't fit in here. 

 i can't handle one night stands.  I usually don't like the men I meet in bars.  i'm emotionally charged.  i'm tired of lying about my age, or having to explain myself when i tell someone that i'm eighteen years old.  i'm completely over the word "hipster."

 i almost feel like an introverted, not-so-eccentric version of a living Steve Erwin.  Instead of observing wildlife...I'm watching my generation do what they can to survive in the scene.  the social survival of the fittest.

the ones who do best are usually attractive, witty, and good conversationalists.  they dress well, have a frequently visited myspace page, and spend a lot of their time with people establishing connections that might not be there.  Somehow, I can't force myself to do that.   

 

it's six-thirty on a saturday morning, and despite an obnoxious migraine from half a day spent drinking, i'm awake BLOGGING because for some reason I feel the need to publish a sample of communal bullshit that doesn't really need to be said?

Whatever, yo.

Peace and love i guess