i gotta give up all social relationships to get better at dota, i miss high school actually.
Please donāt do it, you have a wonderful life ahead of you. Think about your family.
I sat along the rocks and watch the cold Maine water rush away.
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday.
You broke those promises but Iāll get over it.
āCause as long as Iām breathing fresh air I donāt really give a shit
So Iāll complain for the next ten years, but remember that sometimes things are great.
I didnāt have directions and I hadnāt eaten anything all day.
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play.
I ate a bag of peanuts right before the windy road.
And I couldnāt drink a thing all night ācause of the vomit in the back my throat.
Then you gave me your number and your sweatshirt so I didnāt give a shit.
So Iāll complain for the next eleven years, but remember that sometimes things are great.
You donāt own me! You donāt own me!
I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream.
It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed.
I said āpull this shit over and let me out
I swear to fucking God Iām fucking giving up right nowā
And now Iāve got a brand new start, I remember that something are great.
Scream it in apartment halls -
Scream it loud in shopping malls -
Take a ball point pen and paint the insideās of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
You donāt own me. You donāt own me.
Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement.
Depression set in ācause I was a product of my environment.
Then the other day, I got in my car.
Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel, drive him to the bar.
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasnāt on his phone
and for fifteen minutes I had a conversation with a hero.
So Iāll complain for the next ten yearsā¦
And after that weāll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers
prepare for the next twenty-three years.
āCause if I wasnāt a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock.
And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music.
And if never got my heart broken, I would sing āblah blah fucking nothing.ā
And if you didnāt fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars.
And if I never lived in that van I wouldnāt have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex or Middagh.
And if I never worked in a basement I would have never moved out of my house.
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man.
Brown paper bags metal cans.
Sixty degrees fahrenheit.
We canāt see the stars tonight
ācause apartments generate ambient light
And Iām sorry that weāre not already drunk.
Hours later weāre getting there
Meters away from the shore
My forty of Corona is just
drops away from being kicked
And I donāt know what Iām gonna be tomorrow.
When you stayed overnight making out with a stranger
in the bottom of a boat that belonged to a stranger
and you came home at six in the morning
after being caught ass naked by the dude who threw the party
I thought that weād never grow up.
I thought that weād never grow up.
Now all my friends rise at eight.
They go to sleep before midnight.
And I just wanna drink 'til three
Embarrassing myself publicly.
And you all used to be just like me
You fuckers used to be just like me.
So now I sit and stew alone.
Everyoneās already sleeping.
Everybodyās moved away
and can pay their bills on time.
No one else is making a hundred and ten bucks for twenty hours.
God I hate this fucking place.
God I hate what happened to me.
You promised weād stay best of friends.
But we canāt 'cause I just canāt grow up.
And it kills me. Yeah it kills me
that I donāt know what I can do.
I canāt breathe correctly and
I canāt sleep or anything and
I canāt think of anything I canāt think of anything.
Now every night is miserable.
So sad I canāt even get drunk.
So letās go out just one last time.
Letās finish off a box of wine.
Do shots of yukon jack and lime.
Can we drink 'til I fucking die?
Iāll make you party at my funeral
'Cause mourning is for suckers.
Iāll rent a ferris wheel and
cotton candy machine and have open bar
with all the Pabst that you can drink
the PA blasting my Clash records.
Youāll finally know that lifeās okay
Even when bad things happen.
So just one more beer, then grow up.
So just one more beer, then grow up.
So just one more beer.
Go to work.
Pay your bills.
Eat a dick.
One more beer, THEN grow up.
I dont really accept myself but i like to think i do. If i would accept myself i wouldnt be so insecure about myself. But it is getting better i think.
Great thread
Wtf is this idiot Ian talking about
Literally nothing you fucking schizophrenic
Look at these tiny ass feet
Little ass feet ass motherfucker
bro youāre fucking stupid and insane like Jdance
I donāt speak to boysā 16s.
Yeah
What
Look at this weird shit this gay ass ā ā ā ā ā is sending me on Christmas Eve like donāt you have family to be around or some shit
I just figured I owed you one since you helped get me sober and if the alternative is suicide an incidental kidnapping and forced adventure might not be the worst idea in the world
How are you the one calling me insane when Iām trying to figure out alternatives to blowing your head off
nigga I have BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER leave me alone you and Jdance are some of the weirdest fucking people
Also I thought boysā16 was a shoe size sorry