There's something incedibly "scene" about the idea of posting poetry in a blog.So I will not today.
My friends are supposedly moving to Seattle.I find this funny because it cost three times as much in Seattle as it is in Boca Raton.Recently,I've started investing my time in new people.Last night assured me that my decision was right.
I turned up at a friend's house and the second I opened the door it was slammed in my face and I was told to leave for two hours.It turns out that a friend of mine's mother was meeting the mother hen of the group and this friend did not want us there.I would like to know what is so offensive about us kids.The acid heads were allowed in the house but the responsible kids where told to leave.
I'm extremely angry.The person whos house it was wanted us to be there but this girl wouldn't have that.She acted like she was so ashamed of us that her mom simply couldn't see that she may associate herself with the likes of me and my friends.This is mean,but I know that she will most likely lose her friends and her boyfriend due to her lack of balls and ability to stand up to her mom.
Life goes on.
I love VU...still.I can't fucking wait for Control!!!!!!!!
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