Sometimes i want to be a fuck up, you know? i want to destroy. i want to be...– Moon-Unit’s english assignment (which is a series of short stories that somehow relate; it’s called ‘10 things i hate about growing up’. i love my friends)
I want to find one great boy that hais a haircut like the beatles, glasses like andy warhol, looks like david bowie, has conner oberst’s brain, the humor of flight of the concords, and talks like eric foreman.
I AM VERY POOR
Wish i had food right now. stomach is grumbly. UGHHH
I AM ALL THE ME I CAN EVER BE. IT IS ENOUGH.
I miss you so much it hurts
Indie boys are neurotic Makes my eyes bleed Tight black pants exotic Some loving is what I need Hey, I’m starting to feel okay Lucky number nine, hooray (Lucky number 9, moldy peaches)
AT NIGHT I SLEEP WISHING ALL MY DREAMS WOULD COME...
Can someone explain?
Why to i twist myself upside-down over-backwards and accept it when he doesn’t notice?
so yesterday, my only friend here convinced me to go to this ‘desert concert’, i was reluctant beacause i thought i might have forgotten how to mosh—But the music filled me in the most fimilliar way and it just felt so good to be swinging and hitting and surrounded. I got punched in the nose and it felt so great to bleed like that again.
It's depressing, when you think about it
I think the only reason I’m here sometimes is the promise that it will get better, you know, someday. But what if i’m wrong?