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Adios.


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I'm tired of people who talk a lot of shit,
It's all I seem to hear these days.
"Oh I hate this person, yada yada yada"
Then do something about it,
Like stop talking to them,
Or just be quiet because your bsing.
Seriously stop going against all the shit you say,
If you're going to say it: Mean it.

I'm so excited I don't want to finish up school as it is.
In late August I'll be gone with not a word in mind.
Maybe things will change by then and I won't want to leave.
With the best intentions in mind and the best thoughts,
I'll leave with a smile on my face and I'll leave it all behind.

And from an old show,
I vaguely remember a quote....


"Lose one friend,
Lose all friends,
Lose yourself."



I finally fathom it.

So I celebrated with myself,
I bought a whole bottle,
and I brought my own knife.

Today was my last day of Cuesta,
and I was hoping for Celebration.
I find myself without anything to do.
All three possible plans falling out.
The funny thing is when no one calls,
I'd rather even a lie than no response.
They all just expect you to get a clue.

I want to be where the sky collides with the land,
So far, oh so so far away from anywhere like here.

Oh dear bajebus,
I hope I pass this final.

I should've taken my moms offer on the psychiatrist / psychologist,
I guess besides not really having anything to do in the evenings,
the only thing I really need is someone to talk to,
I have all of this shit just floating through my brain,
and I'd rather pay someone to listen to it,
than spill it to a friend who couldn't care less,
It's just annoying and meaningless and I don't even understand myself.

I'll let you know now,
I'm all tapped out,
Just give me a loan,
I one more roll,
Roll of the dice.