TWENTY-THREE. LAS VEGAS. GRAPHIC DESIGNER. SUPER SARCASTIC. LEFT HANDED. CLOTHES-MINDED. MUSIC JUNKIE. PURPLE & GOLD.

I'm just an ordinary guy, a baby from the eighties. Got a little bit of A.D.D, perhaps maybe.

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I AM SICK OF THIS SHIT

MY PARENTS FIGHTING.

EVER SINCE I WAS A LITTLE KID…

WHAT CAN YOU FUCKING DO WHEN YOUR DAD IS SHORT TEMPERED ONE, AND YOUR MOM IS THE DRAMATIC ONE?

I HATE WHEN MY MOM CRIES. I HATE LEAVING HER ALONE.

I HATE WHEN MY DAD SNAPS. I CAN’T DO ANYTHING BUT PREVENT ANYTHING BAD FROM HAPPENING.

I PUNCH SHIT OUT OF FRUSTRATION. AND SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS.

I CAN’T SLEEP BECAUSE OF BULLSHIT LIKE THIS.

I PUT MY MUSIC AS LOUD AS POSSIBLE, AND PLUG MY EARS, OR COVER THEM WITH MY PILLOW.

MOM KEEPS CRYING…

ITS A FUCKING NEW YEAR, BUT APPARENTLY, SOMETHINGS JUST DONT CHANGE…

I THINK ITS TIME FOR ME TO MOVE OUT SOON. I JUST CANT TAKE BULLSHIT ANYMORE..

Thu, January 7th 2010

Thu, January 7th 2010

STORY OF MY LIFE

STORY OF MY LIFE

Thu, January 7th 2010

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Thu, January 7th 2010