Hope is but a word

I've driven 2.5 hours to Conneticut, that was nothing. This drive, however, was the longest drive of my life.

Shots Everybody, Shots

That's kind of my luck I suppose, that you would like someone else. I always seem to be one step behind. Maybe I'll just get crazy drunk and jump out the window, since apparently that's one of my first intentions when I do get a little hammered.

We're Going Down

I feel terrible, the entire time I wanted to shoot myself. That was mistake, you were a mistake. The "good" news, I now have to find something else to live for.

It's Mot Neccessary

I can't do it. The whole, "Have sex with whoever you get the chance to" thing doesn't go over well with me. I may be a lover, but not where I go on random sexcapades. Guess I'll just have to wait until I find that right person.

Hey

Asshole.

I Fucked Up

You said that you weren't looking, and you probably never will be...so I guess that's it then. Time to move on....if I can.

Cool I guess?

Made $30 today chauffeuring a married man to a woman he was having an affair with...interesting.

Where's the load button?

The people might press charges....if they do.... My life will be over.

#1 Idiot

Car Crash? Check Bank Account Depleted? Check Car Insurance Raised? Check A Fresh Start? Unlikely

Public Enemy #1

The mall is terrible. I don't see why people would want to go there unless if they actually want to buy something, and know what they're going to get ahead of time. Also, Juicy Fruit flavor needs to last longer.

Grow Up, Get Out

I find you annoying, especially depending on who's around at the time. It would explain why I look so disinterested in responding to you, or to anyone else. Maybe it's my own hate being turned against others, but simply put, I don't find anything exciting. You being so spontaneous also annoys me, because that's not why I go to you.

Typical

When I get home, I'm going to burn the pictures.

Choking on the world

It's not that I'm sad, I just don like talking anymore.

Regret, Repeat

Why can't I throw this away? Let it out of my sight and possibly, out of my mind for good? How I hate being reminded of what we used to be... It makes me think; Do you struggle with the same thoughts? The same reminder that I endure? Or have you moved on completely? Maybe I'll forget, about everything...but these papers still stay, waiting to be discovered again.

Please, let me tear my eyes out.

I want to quit, my job, life, everything. Will I ever feel like I fit in?