sleep overs make me want to shoot myself.
Surprise parties make me want to jump off a cliff.
regular parties make me wish I was in a coma.
gatherings make me wish I had money.
friends make me glad I have enemies.
enemies make me happy I have self control.
School makes me want a therapist.
work makes me want a loved one.
Loved ones make me feel loved.
So in life, to live... all I need is love, friends, enemies, money, and work. This is the way life is supposedly supposed to work.
Beware-Mutated_Zombies · Sun Jul 15, 2007 @ 04:00am · 5 Comments |