you know things are getting bad when I resort to live journal again ( Read more... )

I got your message. And I cried my eyes out. And I listened to Coldplay like an idiot. And I really don't want to miss you... but you are still a part of me. I can't listen to music without thinking about you and the stupid things we did. I am so damn proud of every stupid thing we did. I know I shouldn't be, but the thing is we were so real. You ( Read more... )

its like falling asleep in some decade you never expect to escape and then waking up at 6:45 am with a bad tv show blaring in the background. And even if you had been dreaming, which you really dont think you were, you don't remember what you were thinking in the first place and then you just wonder how you got there and how the bruises got there ( Read more... )

I promised this would not be entries...just lyrics. Here are just a few of many words I don't know what to do with, sprung from thoughts that consume me until I dig them up and throw them away. consider this my online garbage can ( Read more... )

There's a year of city lights behind me ( Read more... )

These streets all look so different now ( Read more... )

I need to start doing something with all the crap I have been writing. Aside from turning it in to music... which is a much more painful process... this seemed like a good option. here we go ( Read more... )

So I fell in love with Boston all over again today. When you stand in the middle of Boylston St and look up you can see that there is something amazing about the sky line. Its not really cluttered but every now and then a building will jet out of nowhere and fill in a hole. It kind of reminds me of the bay (where the sand bars and the jetties shoot ( Read more... )

In a city with tons o people, one would think it would be easier to meet people who are not malicious and backstabbing and overall shitty human beings. "fuck this shit".

holding on. you're holding it in. oh yeah your working-building a mystery and choosing SO carefully.

Whats funny is that the minute you try to figure out how to live in Boston, surviving becomes the main objective. I love it when it rains here. It makes the days feel longer and things seem a little less realistic. Maybe its just because everything feels more possible in shades of grey ( Read more... )