May 6th, 2005

Supernatural - Castiel fresco

Weird talky stuff

So I had a weird night last night. I 'philosiphised' on the phone to my mom for two hours.

Complained that my generation has no substance and we are taught to be clones or hollow little binge drinkers/weed smokers. It's also mostly true.

I'm fucking sick of people thinking I'm like a little wimpy tight ass pussy because I don't fucking get high and shit. I. HATE. THIS. I hate being lonely when I'm surrounded by 3,000 people and actually know a few of them. College is overated and I hate my generation with a huge passion. The girls are stupid clones and the boys are jackasses with no substance.

DOESN'T ANYONE HAVE A BRAIN?!

Ok, so that's one.

Not a half hour later my friend, the one with the addict brother calls me, she's been kicked out of her house with nothing but some clothes, her car, and a hundred dollars. Turns out she left Ohio cause she was or was almost fucking raped.

Yeah so out of the two best friends I've had, both have been raped.

One is a guy.



Yeah.



How screwed up is everything. There is only one thing I can say, and I hate to say it, but I'm glad it's not me.

Everything is fucked up.



yeah.
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