loose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take trips
to san francisco, double dutch disco,
tech tv hottie, do it for scotty
do it for the living and do it for the dead
do it for the monsters under your bed
do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
broken hearts hurt but they make us strong and
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened
we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be
how's it gonna be?
i'll drop kick russell stover, move into the starting over house
and know matt rouse and jest are watching me achieve my dreams
and we'll pray, all damn day, every day,
that all this shit our president has got us in will go away
while we strive to figure out a way we can survive
these trying times without losing our minds
so if you wanna burn yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
and if you wanna cut yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
and if you wanna kill yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
send me an IM, i'll be your friend
shysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreams
are seeming more and more worth fighting for
so i'll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation
and i'll say FUCK BUSH AND FUCK THIS WAR
my war paint is sharpie ink and i'll show you how much my shit stinks
and ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful
they think we're disposable, well both my thumbs opposable
are spelled out on a double word and triple letter score
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened
we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be || posted by Kaitey

Social anxiety is ruining my life.

It's funny because it's preventing me from seeing a doctor and doing something about it, too. Hah.I know I've been shy all my life, but this "shyness" is really starting to get out of hand. It takes all my nerve to order meals and I can't work up the courage to make things as simple as phone calls without telling myself I can't eat, I can't use the washroom, I can't do other things I need to do until I grow some balls and pick up the fucking phone. The fact that two weeks ago, it took me 15 minutes to get up and walk out of Wendy's has pushed me over the edge; I'm so rediculously tired of this shit.

I constantly worry that Calvin's parents don't like me, and I think it's because they don't talk to me as often as I'd like them to... but it's probably my fault for not having the guts to even say hello to them. I can't say hi to my coworkers, my boss thinks I hate my job because I never talk to her, and I'm giving up marks in school just to avoid having to do oral presentations in front of the class. There's only a select few people I feel close to completely comfortable around, and they consist of Calvin, Levar, and Aden. I'm glad Cal's so understanding, otherwise I don't know how he'd put up with me when my anxiety kicks in... He's so outgoing and friendly.

Ydsfhsgdfhsdf. I don't know what I'm talking about anymore.

Anyways, this blows.
Why do I complain so much? || posted by Kaitey

More and more people treat me like shit everyday and my self-esteem is running on empty.

Awesome. || posted by Kaitey

Has everybody dropped off the face of the earth or just all the people I SHOULD have plans with tonight, but don't?
Aden, that means you.
You too, David.

WTH.

Not even any of my e-buddies are online.

I've been sitting around in my room for the past God-knows-how-long watching the OC and listening to the Shopping Channel in the background. Did you know you can get a wonderful champagne diamond for four easy payments of $157.50? Time feels like it's moving at reverse warped speed and I'm going crazy. I don't even remember the last time I was this bored.

YOU'RE ALL LAME. || posted by Kaitey

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