Interpretation of a high school prom
whose team are you on, anyway?
guys who like to sing like this
the sympathy night out (or an explanation on why you see girls dancing with one another at parties)
i guess battlelines have been drawn, sides have been taken. i couldnt guess where i am in this mess. the invisble boundaries separating us as people are becoming all the more real.
anyway, the sadness of growing up and more importantly, summer being over are sinking in. looking back at pictures of the good times, its difficult to imagine life ever getting better than what it was. i have only a few years to grow up, sell out, and cash in. the feeling of being too old to truly enjoy anything anymore without being intoxicated, the overwhelming feeling of being defeated by peers who are interested in nothing but their looks and reality programming, detesting the very system i have been a benefeciary of, and yet finding a reason without having reasons to wake up every morning and trudge along with a vacant smile and an empty heart.
moving on, as my community service and my desire not to disenchant those who may be bored with my redundant ramblings, i present to you pictures of fat girls and good links: