So my boyfriend decided to get his head out of his ass. So I decided to come. It's my birthday tomorrow and I wanted to have some fun. I pay 11 dollars for 1/4 of a tank of gas! can anyone say BULLSHIT?!?!?! I can't believe I'm going to be 19 in like 45 minuets. How silly is that? Anyway.
I know I started to rant yesterday but I feel that way. No one has the right to complain until something worse happens. I feel like while my life may not have gone completley my way I am very lucky. I don't think that I have any right or means to complain about my life or situations. I but heads with people about stuff. But I don't complain that I'm in a bad place or that my life is so bloody terriable that I don't want to live anymore.
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this cold dark hotel room
And the end is less that you fear
You were pulled from the wreckage of your silent realrie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find
Some comfort here.......
~MORE LATER~
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