My mum is the man.

My mum just got as a parole officer..

she IS the MAN.

gotta fight the man.

Working. FOR THE MAN!

Suppressed. Emo. Down. Sad. Pathetic.

These are a few emotions I now understand. I feel as though, i’ve known Carter all my life now.

I’ve been working like, non-goddamn stop at Target. I spend more time there then at home.

I’m also very bored, very cold and very sober.

Atleast me and Rosie get on well (Y).

Hmm. I was playing Guitar Hero all night, last night. I’mma save up for a WII and get me GH. That shit rocks! I’m also a expert at it now. I can play and like, pretend not to look.

Oh man, i’m cold. I have work at 7 in the morning tomorrow. And im already tired from working all day today. The only reason I’m up is for Sarah. OH AND ANOTHER THING!

Why the f*uck are all my friends GIRLS seriously I have 4 guy friends, and like 14 girlfriends. If I didnt know me to be a manly goddamn man. I’d call myself gay.

Heres some sweet awesomepro pics of me rock’en out.

Draped In Disease

NEVER MIND THIS LINE. GIVING LINK TO SAID PERSON.

ANYWAY.

Christmas is starting to really get into swing @ target, and swear to god, im about to SNAP.

I don’t think I can handle it, one more Christmas carol and im going to die.