Funderwall

i need a nickname

scaredy-pantz

im afraid of what i might drunkenly text you on halloween

What a way to start the mourning, coffee and a cigarette for brunch. We miss our time to cry and tear away our yesterday. And our silent screams drive away the memories of that ex girlfriend and how shes sleeping with her new fiance. Smokes and a shot of something hard for the entre, im guessing whiskey because of where you claim to hail from and i taste it on your lips. We have ourselves a walk and search for places to park our second pack of camel filters. Just watch the smoke drift away and curse the start of the new year. The dawn of this new age sun sets with our generation of haves and have-nots. daddy's cash, his trophy wife, and the quarterback son that got away with murder when he made your 1 in 10 boy eat a bullet. You try to hold your daughter while she tears at her wrists because they say shes not pretty, but the tears mix like salt in her wounds and make her skin so sticky. Too bad what goes around won't come around on this one-way street to our asylum six feet under.

I really do like that girl

I am the boy you used to tease, and now i'm rolling up my sleeves. and tell me please, what makes you better than me? We both make grave mistakes that we tried to live with, we've done things we regret and can't forget. you try to stand tall on your throne and preach to the choir, but i can see you falling in a while. Who will catch you when you drop? I try to speak and forgive you but im wary of your claws, you bark and bite and want to fight all the fucking time and i'm sick of your shit. So up go my sleeves and down go my fists, i'll knock you over like the cheap trick you are.

Butterscotch

It was something that was said, that we never did, you sung my song with a tall order for the shortest attention span

My first sin was the fear that made me old. Your first sin was the lie you told yourself

fuck you

today a kid i barely knew
barely
his mom died
she died last weekend
he told nobody
now both of his parents are dead
he is 14

his fucking mom died
and i hear about kids at school giving him a hard time
that kind of shit makes me want to shoot up my school
but if i did that, a parent would lose a child
it's a vicious circle
fuck you

SUPERDUPERNOTHING

If i left today, would i be remembered? A forgotten soul set free. And you would all be happy where you started, before you met me. I hate to think of my emotions, and how they get the best of me. Or my stranger sense of humor. I love me for who i'm not, but aim to be. I told myself a thousand times that This was it and to be all that i can be. I wish i knew why depression has been as common as yawning. I wish i knew why i felt that railing vicodin during my first year of high school was a good idea. Fuck everything ever

This is life. This is all we get, ever. No matter how hard we pray, how hard we believe, how hard we lie to ourselves, we all end up in the same place. So why the fuck am i wasting these days of glory in fucking school? Why am i not outside, reading a novel by someone who has had a lifetime of experiences? Why am i not creating something to be remembered by? I just don't get it. I am 16 and two thirds. I can read 620 words a minute. I can write a song for anybody. I can play 4 instruments comfortably. Sure, i may not know how to distinguish male or female plants, or run a mile in under 7 minutes, or subtract the square root of 420 from 969, but other people can! So why do i have to? Why am i wasting day after day learning something i am told to learn so my intelligence can be evaluated by someone who doesnt even know my favorite color? Why is there not a ''write a short, creative piece on space provided'' part in my SAT's? Why does nobody else see this? School has no interest in me, and i have no interest in school. It baffles and infuriates me. This ride sucks, i want my money back.

if

i want a heroin addict friend just so i can say i have a heroin addict for a friend
it would help if he or she was very artistically talented but also modest
and then they tragically die from an overdose
is this a bad thing?
i hope not
because then i could write a song
having writers block makes me so fucking morbid

I would break my neck to keep my chin up

I wish i knew

i wish

i wish someone would say fuck you to america and we all heard it

parties lead to :(

i hate it when i forget things

i feel

i feel i feel
i feel
i
feel

i think that

i feel like i am the high school suicide kid
the one with the bright future
i wish i could, you know, kill myself
but without the death part
because then i would miss out on things
like
wind
i would miss the wind
just one of those things
that you don't notice you have until it is gone
like
luck

SOOPAHnothin

drool

just thought
of my last post
a mere little bit ago
was quite desperate
too desperate i would say
but i can't delete a supernothing
i wish i could stumbleupon a different life

SUPARNOFFING

she is too perfect

thank you omegle, for not giving me an asshole
for not giving me a chinese hooker
or a spambot
or a horny kid
thank you for giving me the girl of my dreams.
good taste in music:
check
good taste in books:
actually, fuck that-
READS:
check
hear that internet? this girl reads!
she makes me happy, and she makes me laugh, and she likes things that i do because she does them too. which makes ezra very happy.
SHE PLAYS WOW
happyhappyjoyjoy
too bad i fuck up lots.
:(
unhappy me.
un-happy-me
supernothing
she probably knows how to skank :)
and she writes music :)
too bad she lives in fuck-you-ezra-syracuse
which is not too too far away
5 hours
i counted
too perfect to be here
-
SuPeRnOtHiNg :P