tell the truth about your self...

Originally posted by Ax3l
My imaginary kids know who's boss. stoned

Your whore of a wife? stoned

Originally posted by silver_tears
Need to be beaten more. stoned

With a piece of wood with a nail in it.

Originally posted by Kosta
With a piece of wood with a nail in it.

Possibly several nails. ha-son

Originally posted by silver_tears
Your whore of a wife? stoned

Originally posted by Ax3l
Yeah. She wears the imaginary pants in the family stoned

She probably wears the penii too. stoned

Originally posted by silver_tears
She probably wears the penii too. stoned

Originally posted by Ax3l
Why does every conversation with you turn into me being gay bashed? This is why I wont ever like you. That, and your face. stoned

IT DOES NOT.
Sometimes I'm just too tired to make gay jokes at your expense. stoned

I think Phil Lynott said it for me.

I Am Just a Cowboy.

Originally posted by silver_tears
IT DOES NOT.
Sometimes I'm just too tired to make gay jokes at your expense. stoned

Originally posted by Ax3l
You cut me deep, sometimes. stoned

Alright fine, I'll ignore you from now on. stoned

Originally posted by silver_tears
Alright fine, I'll ignore you from now on. stoned

watching a bad horror movie

I feel so trapped with life sometimes. So suffocated, like a traditional life is what everyone expects, school, career, husband, kids, retirement death. I definitely didn't think this is where I'd be at 21.

I want my dreams to manifest and grow. And I want my parents to accept that I'm not like them, never will be, and don't want to be. Their life is not for me.

Welcome to growing up. You're only 20 though, and as cliche as it sounds, there's a long way to go yet. I pictured myself elsewhere at the age I am now, but I'm still here, seemingly trapped and growing more and more claustrophobic in my environment.

I'm anxious.

i'm hungry
and i can't ****in wait to be 18!

heh. 18

its the age of independence

Originally posted by Kosta
Welcome to growing up. You're only 20 though, and as cliche as it sounds, there's a long way to go yet. I pictured myself elsewhere at the age I am now, but I'm still here, seemingly trapped and growing more and more claustrophobic in my environment.

Let's run away together.

There's people here that I feel very protective over. Like if someone was to slam them I'd kick some ass. flex