I hate being interrogated.
Actually I'm okay with it, but I hate having to lie.
Interrogation = hardcore lie after lie.
Fuck.
I'm trying man, I really am.
And I won't give up.
I'm sorry I cursed.
Finally watched a little television today.
Nitro Circus.
One of those Wild Boyz/Jackass style shows.
Felt good watching it..
Reminded me of when I was younger and my dream of living that kind of lifestyle.
Sick.
I'll have to try very hard to be a better person.
Was surfing through old blogs of my secondary school friends.
Found something that made me smile:
LikEs:
Be1Ng FuCt Up
F1GhT?
ScoLdInG VuLg@ritieS?
hanging out at westmall
Hates:
bytches
BacKstAbbeRs
HumJi PplS
JeRkS
pOsErS
lI@Rs
St@reRs
Oh man, so twit, so ah beng..
BUT
That was secondary school life man, and I honestly admit, I enjoyed every fucking second of it, not a care, not a worry.
Why the hell does my heart beat so fast when I'm around you?