My parents found out about the cocaine and the bud. Not the methamphetamines. At least not that, my goddddddd. Its been a harsh week. I've been obviously clean, and bored. I've been sitting at home all week watching ifc and trying to stuff food down my throat because I can't even GET an appetite. School is out. Fuck it. Summer is going to be lammeeeeee.

Scott pulled the same shit he did a month and a half ago. This time though, I didn't get upset or cry and all that shit. I'm over it. No one can even hurt me anymore. It could always be worse. School gets out in a week and I'm exciteddddddddddddd and I'm scared cos I don't even wanna know whats gonna go down with no mom and brother home for the whole summer. And hopefully, a ton of cash.

You've been so long
Your blind eyes are gone
Your old bones are on their own
So take off your coat
Put a song in your throat
Let the dead-beats pound all around
We will go
Nowhere we know
We don't have to talk at all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all
The bargains you drive
Buckets and bags
And all your belongings
Your train's in the sand
Ramshackle land
Let the rats watch the races
We will go
Nowhere we know
'Til we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all
Praises get spent
Your trick face is bent
Pigsties and prizes
'Cause there's no kind of 'well'
You're suiting yourself
You leave yourself behind
We will go
Nowhere we know
'Til we find our one and all
Your hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all

Its funny cos although having a car brings me more freedom, its more of a burn cos you have fucking assholes that think they can use you. I just realized how miserable people can make me.

We can all be free
Maybe not with words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind