[beginning/endofyear.]
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
Forgive me, Father, for I do it all over again.
[firstcondoms.]
I guess you could say 2005 was my year of growing pains. Three hundred sixty-five days in preparation for becoming ABETTERFUCK on myspace. Unsignificant, yes .. because it is, indeed, only the internet, but a massive symbol for everything illegal that I have grown into.
[abandon.]
I finally realized the sad, sad truth about the myriad of side-effects caused by me; soon after, I realized that I didn't want anyone to know about them. I transformed from an incredibly genuine, scholar boy to the drastic teenager speeding against the human normality. During the moonlight when everyone was dreaming their lifetimes away in his or her personal whore-accompanied beds.
[theatre-ass.]
I really did some damage though this year. I learned that I could break hearts with the unbuckle of a belt. Call it cheap lust, but it fucking hard being in this body alone. It is? Isn it? However. I let my guard down once here come prancing in the repercussions of backseats beautiful girls. Didn see that one was coming.
[freshmen.]
That for damn sure.
Obviously, even I am not immune to clean smiles from dirty women. Learning experience, or just another learned experiment? Wel see.
[girls.]
Weapon of Choice in 2005: dramatic change. Ammunition: [wacky hair, bad matching skills, lame song lyrics, unsuccessfully tied ties how many shitty belts can a human being wear?]. I walked into Lameass High School with a couple fresh intentions. A few features refined bleeding up my sleeve.
[roadtrip.]
Days turned night? Alcohol turned thrusting? Cigarettes turned sweet lung cancer?
[memory.]
Who would have thought that the poster child of innocence would develop into the above and below?
[boyattherockshow.]
The drives home that made it definitely worth the lying to parents. Sneaking out for the first time all of those times next door by the church. If I prayed, I pray that I would start praying again. Then I pray for me not to go to hell because of all the evil I've chanted near the church. Perhaps.
[unexplained.]
Dating Waiting Masturbating Overrating Damn it.
I am losing focus. I've lost focus.
[cheatfor4.0gpa.]
I have no idea how others can summarize their one more year of death into a paragraph. It's sickening and disrespectful. I believe I could write and write and piss ink out forever about my past twelve months.
[policephoto-op.]
I fell in love with some incredible strangers.
An overwhelming amount of my time was spent with amazing anonymouses. The majority of them were moreorless dressed [undressed?] with regret. Luckily I
m accustomed to that by now. I regret basically everything Ie ever acted on in my sorry existence, but I am, at last, beginning to become somebody that gets noticed.
[thongs.]
I scream, ?U>May I have some attention please??the surrounding individuals crawl to me. Just to leave me for somebody better-looking in a split minute.
[apologies.]
Even if I do not love most of my friends. Regardless of the fact that I am not a person with amazing morals. Despite I am constantly glaring at the supposed Heavens for a sliver of satisfaction.
[swingdance.]
I am still being. I am. I have been. I will be.
[youth.]
I personally think that is a concept each person needs to learn.
To just be. Be alive. Be breathless. Be superficial. Be sin.
Be something. Anything? Everything my parents taught me to be for the past fourteen years was erased from my adolescent memory during the fifteenth year of age.
[reflections.]
But wrong is stimulating, and I can say I didn enjoy the infamous freshmen foursome shitty marijuana shared between friends florida meetings the lack of clothes on throughout.
[kickback.]
You think this was something?
2006 doesn't know what's fucking its way over.
[fake.]
