I've felt pretty frustrated these past few days. So I opened up my notebook and penned this long, long letter to no one in particular. Actually, I think I know who it is to. I wrote it in Crayola washable markers. And I felt like a kid again. You know, the age where you can express yourself and they take you seriously. Not like now, when they overanalyze you and come up with the conclusion you're lying about everything.
Happy anniversary, mom and dad. 'Happy' being the operative word. But turning out the opposite anyways. Not like we didn't expect it. At least no one died. Haha. Joking. Sort of.
I need more music. If music was a medicine, I think I'd be the healthiest person in the world. And it'd come from Linkin Park and Yellowcard and Anberlin and Muse and Secondhand Serenade and Jon Mclaughlin and OneRepublic and Green Day. They're my heroes.
Anberlin's at volume 8470598 in my iPod right now. So if my mom happens to shout at me from downstairs, sorry Mom. Get the message that I'm ignoring you. Oh ouch. Really?
I want to be able to sing like Anberlin. Screamo sounds nice. Sounds painful, too. But I'll get used to it anyways.
Crayola marker stains aren't washing off, dammit. It's supposed to be WASHABLE. Not ABLE TO STAIN YOUR MATH HOMEWORK. At least my triangles are colorful now.
I should go stress out on Rosenberg crap again. And shout at my group. When they should shout at me.
I've felt pretty frustrated these past few days. So I opened up my notebook and penned this long, long letter to no one in particular. Actually, I think I know who it is to. I wrote it in Crayola washable markers. And I felt like a kid again. You know, the age where you can express yourself and they take you seriously. Not like now, when they overanalyze you and come up with the conclusion you're lying about everything.
Happy anniversary, mom and dad. 'Happy' being the operative word. But turning out the opposite anyways. Not like we didn't expect it. At least no one died. Haha. Joking. Sort of.
I need more music. If music was a medicine, I think I'd be the healthiest person in the world. And it'd come from Linkin Park and Yellowcard and Anberlin and Muse and Secondhand Serenade and Jon Mclaughlin and OneRepublic and Green Day. They're my heroes.
Anberlin's at volume 8470598 in my iPod right now. So if my mom happens to shout at me from downstairs, sorry Mom. Get the message that I'm ignoring you. Oh ouch. Really?
I want to be able to sing like Anberlin. Screamo sounds nice. Sounds painful, too. But I'll get used to it anyways.
Crayola marker stains aren't washing off, dammit. It's supposed to be WASHABLE. Not ABLE TO STAIN YOUR MATH HOMEWORK. At least my triangles are colorful now.
I should go stress out on Rosenberg crap again. And shout at my group. When they should shout at me.
Impress me. Sing along to Bon Jovi and Muse with me. Watch Lion King until your eyes hurt. Laugh at all my jokes. Buy me striped clothing on my birthday! Learn to love my Mickey. (: Memorize my phone number, and memorize it RIGHT. Buy me CD albums for my birthday/Christmas/anything! Never tell me you want to watch me swim. Get me Vitamin Water when I'm stressed. (: Tell me your life story. I'll tell you mine.
