I have never felt as much liek an asshole as i do right now, or as badly.
the first person that i actually knew died in this war. granted i didn't know him well but i still knew him and it is still aother life that dubya will burn in hell for.
Quote of the journal:
"Creep"
When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eyes
You're just like an angel,
your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin'special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh
She's running out the door ...
She's running out
she's run, run, run, run...
run...
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here...
Happy Memorial Day!