lost and broken, hopeless and lonely

i don't want to do my work at all. i'm so fucking lazy, its like i expect to get an a without doing any work, and i have to do a bunch of shit for theatre class.

173.8, once again, i'm a fat fuck, i gained 9.2 lbs in just a month. and i have a month to lose it all for the gala so i look decent in my dress, i have to because v2 will be there again. (last year his brother kept on looking down my dress, little perv)

i just feel so lost, so sick of it all, i want to just.... i dunno.

when i was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band. he said, "son, when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?" he said, "will you defeat them, your deamons, and all the non-believers, and the plans that they have made? Because one day, I'll leave you, a phantom to lead you in the summer to join the BLACK PARADE."

i'll carry on. i hope.