Hey I'm Ryan and this is my place of therapy... if you will, this is were I hide all my thoughts and fears about growing up and all the shit we go through in our shitty fucking lives.
Oh god, I love this song so much. I can’t get enough of it.
I have been dropped….
Dropped right on my fucking head and I don’t know what gives for it.
I try my best and more with people to try and become their friend and I would do anything, fucking anything for them.
So what, I’ve changed, my hair is a little longer and I’m quieter than I used to be, I’m a bit more pompous and less aggressive with people, I’ve matured.
Life hasn’t been ‘hunky-dory’ for me this past year and a half due to numerous troubles I happened to find myself in but I’ve coped through it all and I have finally found peace at a situation that lasted for 6 months which could have changed my whole fucking life but as of yesterday I found some great news which puts me in the clear and for that I’m ever so glad for, for this problem put me in a state at college for last 6 months I have missed a shit tonne of work I have dropped from lessons and had to have a few drinks before I go to bed just to go to sleep…
NOW ALL THAT SHIT HAS CEASED. :)
But now too my primary concern COLLEGE:-
Staff have fucked off
Friends have fucked off
Work is all over the fucking place
And I’m wondering what the fuck is going on we are supposed to be heading for university in maybe just over four months and you are all fucking resigning on us and playing ill health. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
Maybe when staff attendance begins to rise then pupil attendance will rise as us PUPILS find it a complete waste of time to turn up at college with no work to do and non stop bitching the class about work and each other I find it tiring. College has never given a toss if I’m late or off but now That I’m genuinely ill you are calling my house…FUCK YOU!
But regardless of that what hurts the most is a good friend of mine a really good friend to is acting differently he doesn’t talk to me like I used to and when we do talk I am lucky to get a word out of him I wonder if he has anything on his mind I worry for him but judging by how long our friendship has parted I’m wondering if it’s something I’ve done wrong or if he even cares. I need to talk to him but I can never find the chance and it kills me.
Fuck you college cuz in three following months time when I’m out, I will salute to you and make something of my life and forget you even existed.
