suicidal thoughts, and I'm not talking about biggie's song either haha. ain't this grand?, oh hey.. look, the jet's just scored a field goal. good for them, though if they want to stay in this one, there gonna have to step it up and get it together (now). i wish i knew something different, something new.. to me. theres nothing to listen to, at least not anymore. i pretty much have the lyrics to all the songs in my ipod memorized, burned into memory (like everything else). and I'm sick of it. alright, enough of this bullshit, i have to get out of this, i know that I'm better then this, better than that. lyrics


Another party with the same kids,
Another night with the same drinks
I need to find myself a new chick
I need to kiss a set of new lips

She's gotta be something new to me
A fresh face, someone new to please

today in class we spoke of our dreams, most talked about money, cars, and houses. though when hooley asked what was mine, though almost reluctant to say aloud. i just simply said, "i just know that i don't want to be forgotten. the class then went quite as he explained something. i think he was somewhat taken back from what i said. and i guess that my dream is also in a sense what I'm afraid of most. my greatest fear. whether it be through my family or by people in general, i just know that i want to be someone. and though I'm not sure of what I'd have to do, lead or say in order to always be around. i tried