Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Hear me now.

I honestly wish I could be blogging underneath the shadow of a better circumstance. But instead I blog beneath the blistering sun that is misfortune with the occasional shadow of goodwill and happiness.

Urgh, How Cléche.
A teenager talking about his sad life.
Yeah well you're reading it.
SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!

So at the end of my last post. I was coming out of a bad fight with Maddison, School was looming and I still didnt have a definite plan on what I was exactly going to do. I began to argue with a girl I once loved with all of my heart and all of her friends.
Apparently defending yourself when a group of people decide to degrade your existance isnt the in thing

And now.
Well I'm happy to report that Maddison and Myself are better than ever.
The girl, Well she decided I wasnt worth talking to anymore.
but much, much more has happened in the small amount of time that I posted on here.

First off.
My Mother, has decided to, in laymans terms, give me the emotional finger by simply not talking to me. Thats right, the woman who brought me into this world. Who swore to love me no matter what. Has officially thrown in the towel.
My Father, Believes that just because he missed the last 4 Christmas' and my last 10 birthdays that it is, in retrospect, perfectly fine for him to give me 20 to 30 dollars and just call it even.
Oh. And my Bass guitar broke.
My BASS GUITAR
Anybody got any sturdy rafters I could borrow?

On the complete opposite side of the spectrum of the whirlwind that is my tormented soul.
Wow seriously?
Tormented soul?
I'm thinking that the black mascara and the graveyard poetry sessions arent to far away.
Anyway
On the other hand, Not everything has been bad.
But if you came here to read about how amazing my life is.
I'm sure you'd be bored out of your skull by the third line
As would I.
That's all for tonight. I know it isnt long.
Part 6 of Don't tell me about Sacrifice should be up soon.
I know its been a long time.
I could always dance around while you shoot at my ankles if that would make you feel better.













Oh & Gemma Davis.