compulsively charging cds to my account.

Listening to The Matches.
Sixteen days until the AP Tour.
Four days since I've last cut.
Years since I've felt right.
I don't want to have my high school schedule signed and approved as it is, I want to just skate through and not stress myself out to weekly suicide attempts. I could just impress them and blow straight outta there, if it weren't a rural little shithole.
Work that I can't even begin to do. I'm dying here.

Don't really know how to accurately describe the state I'm in right now. Probably Iowa.
"Dying Is Your Latest Fashion" is now on my alltime top twenty-five cd-list.
Epitaph shit ought be here soon.