spaiku | Adrift in the Atlantic

school was kinda full of shite. i was too tired to pay attention. didn't matter any way. kinda cold. got a ride home from my friend. took pictures of peeps killing each other at home. red food colouring=tastes horrible. my mom got home, got pissed 'cause i let my friend in and the house wa s'all messy and shit. really mad. "i'm so upset i could puke." blaaaah. i don't care. it's not important to me. i know why she was upset but i don't give a damn. that's not important to me. she always gets so upset over the dumbest things. we don't get along well, my mom and i. always angry at one another. i'm used to her anger, and it doens't phase me anymore.
hanging out with brent was cool. learned neat shit. his wife taught me how to say mickey mouse in chinese, but i forget how... <_>; i'd prolly fuck it up anyway.
... oh fuck, i'm still ticked. maybe not... i'll get over it. it's not bad. everything eventually goes away, and
What would that i could be two people. then, i could beat the crap out of myself for being so stupid. very fucking stupid. why the fuck can't i shut up?! i should fucking know when to keep quiet by now. and i should know how to get rid of this guilt. aaaaaaaaa. this sucks.