In Pursuit of Life, Liberty and Laughter
Little boxes on an island, Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one and they're all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same. And the people in the houses All go to the university, And they all get put in boxes, Little boxes, all the same. And there's doctors and there's lawyers and business executives, and they're all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same.
Posted on Sunday, May 4, 2008

I can't..

Written by Yane at 10:59 PM
I Can't...

I can't help it. Some people just get over shitty things within a few mins and move on. I don't and it's near impossible for me to.

It starts off with a *censored* it then more *censored**censored**censored**censored*. Few minutes later i am still pissed off! So i go on with more *censored**censored**censored**censored*.

I just can't help it. It's my only way to let it go. Keeping it in will make my lungs implode. Seriously. You don't want my face to go red and i start having breathing difficulties.

Few days ago i was mischievous and got blue blacks on both of my shin. Today, one huge bump on my head and blue black on my arm.

Life is a *censored* bitch. Bitch isn't considered a bloody cursed word! Bloody too!