dont lie to me

And dont think this is my journal...is it?

Whatever... can you even pay attention

I have your attention

Gone to some distant thought about measuring up.

Measuring up to him, to her expectations....to what you thought you could suck out of this life

Settling...settling....settling....that is your job

Your role on this planet is to settle for whatever they give you. And always complain when they take something away.

After settling, your job is to half-ass it. Saving energy is something you know all-about.

SAve energy says Mrs. Krabopple....and I will save energy with my ass on the couch, remote control in hand, potato chips and beer within reach..

I save energy when I sit in a machine that goes a mile a minute.

I save energy with my ELECTRIC CAN OPENER.

I still have nightmares about this ridiculous device and I wonder what kind of lazy fuck my mom was to keep one of these in the kitchen.

Speaking of journals, people are liars. All of you lie through your teeth until you hate yourselves.

Stop lying and stop the passive aggressive remarks.

Diary of a wimpy kid I suppose.