3 Days In

And i remember why i can't live with either of my parents.
i love my dad but it seems hes just gotten worse.
we litterally got in an argument over me opening the car door into a snowdrift.
he went off.
"are you fucking retarded"
"what?"
"answer the question. are you fucking retarded?"
"i guess so dad."

"I hope everything gets better"
"No worries, im just another melodramatic teenager"
"Aren't we all?"
how right you are.
i feel bad saying this but i love studying the generic teenager. with their petty issues.
it makes me wish i could be bothered with failing a class or getting in a fight with a friend.
one thing on my mind.
drugs.
drugs.
drugs.
is that three things?

I'm so sick of my school.
everyones so loose.
i feel like everyone i associate with is like 10 years old except for the few friends who i trust.
why dont you like j?
because although hes immature like that, hes the one friend i have at my school beleive it or not, whos mind isnt always on drugs. the first question im asked by most of the others is do you have piff.
i need you to like him just like i need him to like you.

so much on my mind.
i wanna be a comedian.
i want to make people laugh on a daily basis.
i think im insane enough to be a comedian.
do you?
talking to myself.
ahaha shit. im crazy.
Come with me to the big time?
I promise I'll throw your name up in the lights beside mine.