i don't really expect a doctor to know what's wrong with me though. i don't even know what's wrong with me. maybe i stressed myself into being sick. i do that sometimes. i'm sad because the tickets for the taking back sunday show sold out in two hours. so thats out. school is a pain in my ass. everyone's always busy. i never do anything fun. evvvver. i'm not fucking happy. and it's not my fucking fault anymore. everyone's version of being happy is having a special someone. i for one am so much happier on my own. but..i'm suffering because everyone's too busy having/looking for that special someone to have stupid fun with me anymore:( maybe i'm just.. growing up slower than everyone else? that doesn't change the fact that i'm completely misserable.
"how i feel when i'm with al is like how happy you feel at concerts.. only all the time."
-nicki
bullshit. i'd much rather worry about a broken nose than a broken heart. and much rather get crushed in a mosh pit than crushed in love. i'd rather get lost in music than some fucker's pretty eyes and over-contemplated force-fed lines.
what's happening to everyone? you know i'v been thinking about it.. love is a drug. some people can't have fun unless they're drunk or high. and all the straight edge people at the party just sit and watch, having a shitty time, watching friend's turn into people they're not.. wondering why they're even there in the first place. read that again. but substitute the weed and booze for love. maybe it will even make sense.
anyways, the moral of the story... there's a world outside of you and your "boo". that's where i live. just so you know where to find me if you ever decide you need me..
-nicki
bullshit. i'd much rather worry about a broken nose than a broken heart. and much rather get crushed in a mosh pit than crushed in love. i'd rather get lost in music than some fucker's pretty eyes and over-contemplated force-fed lines.
what's happening to everyone? you know i'v been thinking about it.. love is a drug. some people can't have fun unless they're drunk or high. and all the straight edge people at the party just sit and watch, having a shitty time, watching friend's turn into people they're not.. wondering why they're even there in the first place. read that again. but substitute the weed and booze for love. maybe it will even make sense.
anyways, the moral of the story... there's a world outside of you and your "boo". that's where i live. just so you know where to find me if you ever decide you need me..
