It kind of makes me sad

It kind of makes me sad.
How our conversations are empty, and it makes me feel like im not interesting anymore, I am though. I know why they have changed because I have changed. In the risk of using a cliches it's not you it's me. And I mean that, it actually is I have become calm, mature and logical it's because of them really they made me like this calm and level headed. Maybe I need to do weed or something. To get me high, then I'd be more outragous. I've really become a pussy, I was afraid to tweet today. Afraid to tweet!!!! Shhh fuck this. Fuck everyone else I don't care whose feelings are hurt. Fromnow on I am the number 1 priority, fuck friends and family they will come 2nd and 3rd. I come first, in my own mind set I am most important. I am number one, no more getting afraid to say what is on my mind. Maybe that will change things between us. Make you more interested and make me more tolerable.

Yous liah

my last blog was so nice,
i posted it twice
v for vendetta
for the win
no i will not let you in
chemistry blows dick
why isnt this milkshake thick
why do you have so many diseases
an new one every week, JESUS!
I have ripped jeans, and a guitar
doesnt mean crying about my problems will get me far

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Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.

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Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.