And To Think I Saw It On Mulberry Street

Fuck I am so goddamn bored out of my mind. I can't drive myself anywhere because I don't have a license and I can't get a ride anywhere because people hate driving me. Not like anyone would want to have me anywhere near them anyways. Great friends. I'm a pretty nice guy I'd think. I go more than out of my way to help a lot of the people I know. What do I get in return? A "Thanks." and a slap in the face whenever I need something. blah bvlah blah blkah ablha blha bkab blah blah balhb balh balh blajh blkah blah blha. Look i got it right in some places. I don't think I will ever look back if I leave. It will either be that or I'll miss everyone so much I go crazy. One or the other. I like the first, but like I ever get a say in anything about my life. I have my mom's keys in my pocket so I can commandeer it to go somewhere when my parents say they don't want to take me out, but now I don't have to worry about that because I don't have anywhere to go because I have no friends. Problem solved? So I will just type away on this little keyboard, remembering yesterday's greatest and wishing it was tomorrow's worst. I wonder what would make everything right? A girlfriend? I don't know because then I'd need money to pay for everything and to keep the money flowing in I'd need a job which means I'd have to work and me and work don't go so well together. To get out? Then I'd need to work. I wish my parents were rich, that'd make things better. If they were I'd have my license by now because supposedly I didn't go to driver's ed earlier was because we didn't have the money to pay. We stopped going to Blessed because we didn't have money. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, but it changed my life. I'd have a bigger allowance so then I could buy drugs and phase all this shit out. Maybe I should start drinking.