My official idol: Kurt Cobain.
Just letting the world know that if you have a twisted sense of humor, ever felt unloved, or ever felt like the world is a fucked up place, this dude's music can change your life. Ive liked Nirvana for a long time but Ive never taken the time to think about what kind of person Kurt was. Apart from the suicidalness and the heroine addiction, I feel like he would have been a great guy to be around.
Apart from that, life's been shitty. I'm so sick of people expecting me to be a certain way. My black family says I'm too white. My emo friends think i should be more emo. FUCK LABELS. WHAT THE FUCK!!?!? And don't people realize that being 'indie' and then bragging about how much more hardcore you are than some other fuck face in a cardigan does not make you a cool person? It just makes you a fucking poser. You are not cool. Your music is shit. I'm happy that your happy with being a douche with your vinyl and vintage clothes. Your family has a whole shit load of money and yet you go to the thrift store and then tell everyone cuz that makes you cool? Look bitch. I'M poor. I HAVE to shop there. I can't afford new fucking clothes every season. You people are an embarrassment. Flannels. Fuuckckkckcking flannels. I have many. Cuz i live in Michigan and it gets pretty freaking cold here. I don't get them from Pac Sun. I get mine from the salvation army or tj maxx when my mom decides to spring money on herself and doesn't wanna hear me bitch about being neglected.
My best guy friend would probably hate me if he really knew what I was like. I fucking hate everything. I smile and go through the motions of school and whatnot. But everyday I wake up is one less day I'll have to wake up later. I'm not suicidal anymore but this really bugs me. I'm a generally unhappy person. Anyone who doesn't know that is a retard. I'm also really quiet. I don't like parties. I don't waste my time on trying to please other people with my appearance. I look like me. Fuck everything else.
Goddess. Something good has to happen soon. Or something so bad that everything i have to deal with now seems okay. This whole loner-pissed off chick with the old clothes and ipod permanently attached to her ears with an angry look on her face thing is NOT working.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
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