Why is it that every time I need to vent out something, or tell someone something, it ends up in shit? Right now I feel like complete garbage. Is anyone on? No. Do I feel like writing in a blog? Not really. Do I feel like sleeping it off? No. i want to go down to my mom's house and talk to her one on one. Why I can't?
I LOST MY GODDAMN KEYS. So if i DO go, I'll get in big shit for it. Hurray. I lose every fucking time.
You know what? Fuck it. I'm going anyway. Doubt she'll be home by the time I get back. Fuck her. I need some well deserved time to myself.
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Tales of an Alaskan Punk with bits of musical goodies. Like a delicious cookie baked by Black Bloc members and powdered with a Crustie's dirt shavings. Yea. Kinda like that.
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