So guess what?
My dad no longer wants me in his life anymore.
So guess what?
My temper is going to get me killed.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm just a worthless tool after all.
September 11th, 2001 started as a normal, late summer day for every single american. Kids were at school, parents at work....nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.
Skip to 8:26 a.m.
A hijacked 737 jet plane crashed into the 1st Tower of the World Trade Center....moments later, another plane, same size, smashed itself into the 2nd of the Towers....and a little after 9:30, another hit the Pentagon.......
Our country was unbelievably shocked at what we were seeing. I was only five, and while my mom kept calling everyone and my dad brought me home from school, I had no idea what was going on.
I keep telling myself, "keep running. keep running. just keep running. keep running."
I'm just so exhausted. I don't know how much longer I can keep running.
I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself.
That's all that ever runs through my head.
I feel like such a worthless fuck and I just... hate being me.
So done with life. I'm just getting harassed day in and day out, if not by assholes, then by my own family. I have nowhere to go. I'm losing hope and purpose. Fast.
Honda. Civic. Tour.
MCR fucking ROCKED the goddamn place!!!!!
Best first concert ever.
idk what the fuck went on there, but i'm just saying, and no hate comments please, but I never really liked him in the first place.
Did Frank AND Gerard both blog, or am i just fat?
but seriously, that occurance is so rare, ti think we may need to bunker down for the apocalypse.
They inspire me so much, I just don't even know what to say......
If you think that MCR.com should restock on ray guns leave comments below!!!
Repost this please?!
-Avenging Jester (zmf129)
- Bandit Blaster (MinZ)