to my right, ashtray, lighter, brothers cell phone.
left, newports and ipod.
coors light between my legs, indian style.
my heart is, has been pounding since 3:38.

We give gifts to people we care about, we give gifts to see happiness upon the receivers face, immense joy from the receiver is all we want in return, assuming your intentions are well. Those that realize there is this possibility of disbelief feel pressure, no one sincere desires disbelief in there intentions, they thirst for it. Thus causing nervousness. What words or body language can convince the receiver you are sincere? You never know how to act when you are sincere, causing every word to seem to be a lie. This is something I need, I need to be believed. All I can offer you is truth, I want truth in return. So what happens when you give away your heart, and then whoever has your heart uses it as a collectible? When can I have my heart back?

If Im not everything to you, how can I be anything to anybody?

I think you try to be deep, but all I read is "BLAH BLAH IM LONELY GIVE ME ATTENTION"

Now I get what its like to only read about how shitty you are.

definately not worth it.

What did I do?

no doubt concert tonight.
my mom infected my computer with a million viruses, just finished getting rid of them all.
I have two hours to get pictures off photobucket for shelbys graduation slideshow, get my hair cut, take a shower, and finish my laundry, so of course my first thought was I MUST BLOG.
Im on edge, my brother is an asshole, I love my mama, and I need a cigarette.
That is all.