she makes it sweeter than the sun
i get too tight i come undone
i bow my head to confess
the temple walls are made of flesh
runs up my arms 'till i'm on track
itches my skin right off my back
i'll heal your wounds
i'll set you free
i'm jesus fuck on ecstacy

I arrived in San Diego to see the NIN show extremely drunk. I am pissed at myself for doing so because i should have been sober to experience the amazingness of it all.

Even though I only got to see a few songs, I was in complete awe.

They're playing again tonight and I wish I could be in attendance.

blah fucking blah blah blah

quit complaining you little bitch.

I feel hopeless and pissed off because of it.

I have been writing new songs for Ghostmaps, Misters John Sigel and Chad Chadburn.

PS. I have clothing now.

Symphonic Band = A
French = C
AP Biology = C
English = B
Math Analysis = C-
Orchestra = A

i want to be able to chill this weekend.

I was just kidding.

I love you all.

I have just lost control of my emotions.

FUCK YOU.

My english teacher is listening to Pearl Jam as we are doing research on these lame little laptops. I told him that the sound of Eddie Vedder's voice reminds me of when I was younger and my mom used to be a fun-loving hippie. Back when we lived in a one bedroom shack and had to use the neighbor's bathroom ( Read more... )

die all ye hypocrites.

you fucking assholes.

i'd rather kill the radio and listen to rain hit.

i'm missing a part of me