Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
I’m in a very Bob Marley mood today. I think before I start school in August I’m going to take like a week vacation in the Keys.
I won some $$ at the Mohegan Casino in Connecticut this weekend, lol. This is how the addiction begins. You win a little money, get a lotta greedy and next thing you know, you’re broke. Not that I went broke…I took the money and ran.
wish me luck, pleaaaseee.good luck! lol
krystal and i were supposed to go, but that bitch sold me out (like always!)
1. Don’t call me a bitch. 2. You know why we couldn’t go…so please don’t act…I would have gone if I could have. And if you wanted to go that badly, you’d go alone lol.
Teenage Dirtbag — Wheatus
It’s been a while, :)
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THANK YOU. Fuck.
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I found this on tumblr, and it was my desktop for a while. I’ll reblog this every time I see it. :)