I’m done letting shit get to me. I’m through. Finished. Fuck it. I do what I want. If anyone else doesn’t like it or doesn’t agree then fuck off. I’m living my life for me now. No one else. This shit is over.

 I’m finished with my crying about shit all the time and hurting for no reason. What’s the point in wallowing in my sorrow if there’s nothing I can do about what happens anyway. I’m not bitching about anyone anymore and I’m not ranting and I’m not worrying about anything anymore. Worry free. Bitch free. STRESS FREE. I’m gonna have fun now! Later! :D

Haha damn I miss this fucking song.

I almost forgot about this song. Also, I used to play the shit outta that game.

 It just randomly crossed my mind. I can (or will hopefully be able to buy it if the IRS doesn’t fuck me out of my money) buy that Canon I’ve had my eye on. I think I’ll try my hand at photography. I still love music but I need something else to keep my mind busy since I feel like I’ve come to a complete halt with guitar/piano/singing.

 FUCK, I still have heartburn. X_X!!!