LIFE SUXXX BUT GREEN DAY GETS IT

Yo, what’s up? I’m just a regular 16-year-old dude trying to survive this lame town. School sucks, my parents don’t get me, and honestly, the only thing keeping me sane is blasting Dookie on repeat and sneaking a Four Loko when they aren’t looking. Yeah, I know it’s probably not the best idea, but whatever—life’s short, right?

Green Day gets it. Like, when I listen to Basket Case, it’s like Billie Joe Armstrong is inside my head, screaming all the stuff I can’t say out loud. I’m not saying I’m some misunderstood genius or anything, but man, their music makes me feel like I’m not the only one who thinks everything’s kinda...pointless.

School is basically a prison, and everyone there is either fake or boring. Teachers act like their class is the most important thing in the world, but I’m sitting there thinking about how much better life would be if I could just hit the road and never look back. Ever listen to Jesus of Suburbia? That song speaks to my soul, dude.

Anyway, I stole a couple of my dad’s Four Lokos from the garage fridge last weekend. Took them to the park with my buddy, and we sat there talking about how we’re gonna start a band someday—maybe call it Suburban Rejects or something. We’ve got big plans, but for now, it’s just us, some sketchy drinks, and Green Day telling us we’re not completely alone in this mess.

Life’s weird, man. But at least I’ve got music.

Catch you later, losers.