High school. Relationships are broken one day and fixed the next. Over little things. Over big things. This is where you grow up. Where you evolve. Where you realize who your friends are, and who you are going to turn into. This is everything. You either take a step forward, or a step back. A step forward leaves the others behind. A step backwards leaves you with more steps ahead.
It’s pointless. I’m sick of the tiresome clichés. I wish everything could be simpler. I wish we could keep the status quo. But I like complications. I like drama. I’m drawn to conflict, to insanity. It’s my nature. It’s what makes me. I may not seem this way, but I am. Underneath. I don’t try to hide it. I don’t boast about it. I am what I am. I don’t lie about everything. Not in the way people think I do. I don’t say things. I keep things to myself. If someone asks the right question, they get the right answer. I’m not particularly shameful of what I’ve done. I accept what I’ve done. I was thinking right at the time, I thought things through, and I knew the consequences. I’ll still say I’m sorry. But I don’t want apologies. Sorry is merely a word to me. I decide when someone has been through enough, when they deserve redemption. That’s what I believe.
Things are spiralling. Way out of control. Out of proportion. Everything’s changing. Everyone’s changing. I’m the same. I have changed drastically. For the best. But I’m still the same. I’m still me. I feel like me. It feels right.
I said I’d post our random song, didn’t I? Here it is:
Happy hole
I’m on the dole
No toilet – I pee in a bowl
Riding on a rainbow brush
It hurt because I just got thrush
People say that I’m bad luck
My reply is always fuck
Hair on my arms, my legs, my back
Another line runs down my crack
Another day, another birth
Obesity consumes the Earth
Faces look like they’re breeding maggots
Little children act like faggots
They’ll love you, if you love too
Paedophiles enjoy the zoo
Bring one, no two, no three, no four!
I’ll bring the bus, there’s room for more!
Drink my pee, or drink your own pee
It is cleansing, it is healthy
Don’t you know? It tastes like Cranberry!
Come on children, sing with me!
1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 9, 15
Let’s unite and make a scene
Cows in meadows, they go moo
Tip them over, then let’s screw
Screw each other, screw the ground
Screw a tree or an ant mound
Screw like there’s no tomorrow
Screw like noone watching cares
Screw a toadstool, screw a balloon
Screw anyone around that glares
Scratch your mole
And lick the hole
It’s what we were all born to do
Select your target, select a bear
Take your tweasers and pluck its hair
One by one, it all falls down
White and black and pink? And brown
Don’t you worry about that clown
That touched you there when you felt down
