and you've washed your hands clean of this

so its official. i am moving out. not the whole fam damily, just me. i dont feel wanted. the revolution is this, this house doesn't feel like my home anymore. everything i do is villain. everything i do is wrong. i'll try to keep up, but haven't bought myself a laptop yet.

viva la revolution

does anyone care?
-if i never get up again.
+i'm trying to understand
.but find it hard to grasp why it never gets easier

why does it seem that everything you wanted to change for the better, has changed...


+and now the situation is worse.
.i need to drink myself to sleep tonight. im tired.

appearantly im not worth the time or effort to chaufer from home to work. even though i've been worth the money they siphon out of my pocket. i walked right behind my mom as she was saying 'im not planning my life around his work schedule'. she didnt know i was there. thank you mom. you've planned your life around paychecks, whether their yours or not. and here i sit, having gotten the brush off.


-im slipping into my emo self again. cigarettes and all.
+i refuse to pick up a sharp object because of, though.