incest post offices and clam chowder

so yea thats the gist of my weekend. something isnt making a connection in my head...something is being blocked out. seeing somethings just disgust me. seeing a lot of things disgusts me. meh this entry is being forced..i wish i could vent about a lot of things. but i cant step on any toes. i need a hobbie err a hobby.

welcome no where fast
nothing here ever lasts
nothing but memories

living makes me sick
so sick i wish i'd die

i wonder if getting help for my depression early in life would have made things go differently. would i have actually married brandy? i wonder what my relationship with my parents would have been like...ehh what if? fig newtons.

i really should be getting ready for bed and finishing my laundry. but instead, i'd rather write the same old emo'esque shit i've written time after time. whats the point of holding on to these shitty memories. shitty memories of a past life where things where much worse then they are now. but yet i cant bring myself to be any happier now then i was then.

emo'esque

things i once thought unbelievable have all taken place

/emo