Oh life and your stupid circumstances.
Oh life and your fudging regrets.
Oh life and your hateful failures.
Oh life and your deafening nags.
Oh life. Oh life. Oh life.
It's not a mystery to me why I still retain my NGSB status up to now.
I'm afraid. I'm always afraid.
When the moment comes, I run. Like an ass-faced coward, I run.
If I didn't, I'd be filthy rich by now. Probably owning half the world. Owning what you own.
I could have probably removed that (NGSB) status if I didn't run. Didn't cower. Didn't give up.
I always dreamed of being rich, in suit everyday, barking orders like a king, having a hot supermodel-actress-singer girlfriend (LOL!), living in a big mansion by the cliff overlooking the sea, sleeping till 10am (w/c I can do right now *sigh*) and attending parties every night without a care for whatever's going to happen tomorrow. But as I see it, I'm far from it. Besides pathetically leaving 4 subjects (causing me 1 more semester), I'm also a huge m'fudging bum. I've been doing nothing but downloading movies, American shows (that only queue up in my to-watch list.. -_-;;), watch Discovery Channel/History Channel re-runs and growing my 1 pack tab. >___>
Fudge life. I just watch time and people pass by while I waste my own. I really don't have any motivation at all. And I'm too scared to find one. How pathetic. >___>
To sum it up, my life (up to this point) is a total waste. xD
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I've given much thought (surprisingly) of what to do when I die.
I want Linkin Park to rock my funeral. I want my corpse to be wearing a Skull Candy headset with matching sunglasses. Wearing t-shirt that says: Be right back!.
Lol.
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I'm wired. Wired as a dead skull.
