Nigel Patton. June 16, 1992. Destined to be President or the killer of a President. Whatever the fuck that shit means.

27th February 2012

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Nigel's thoughts before bed.

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  • I need to quit fuckin around so late when I gotta be up so early.
  • Gonna sign this write up tomorrow. Would be funny if I woke up late again.
  • Fuck being awake.
  • Fuck sleep.
  • I really wish she'd stop giving this guy shots to redeem himself.
  • My legs are still sore from Friday.
  • Mother fucking friday.
  • Too many personal posts back to back using the chat format. Fuck it.
  • I'm a mess.
  • Well. Time to get myself mentally ready to not care again.
  • So much for progress.
  • Another one of Nigel's grand accomplishments to add to the record books.
  • It's not your fault Nigel. Quit over thinking it.
  • I do too much of too little.
  • I need to get back in school.
  • I need to get a car.
  • I need to shut the fuck up and go to sleep.
  • How come I can say all this shit about extra determination and overcoming obstacles when I fell on the first hurdle?
  • Look me in these blackened eyes. LOOK ME IN THESE BLACKENED EYES!!!
  • Here's to bad dreams and empty feelings.
  • Here's to clear roll up and too much to drink.
  • Here's the fist I'm ready to use so badly.
  • And the knife.
  • Ohhh.. My knife.
  • In their last moments, people show you who they really are. Would you like to know which of your friends were cowards?
  • Nigel.. go to sleep. Just.. go.
  • I gotta get out of this place.
  • This is the end of chasing dreams gone by. everlong is this goodbye.
  • Oh February. Fucking February.
  • Fuck it all and fucking no regrets. remember?
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