My lungs have darkened.
My liver had grown weaker.
My love for At the Drive In has grown.
My love for most people has decreased.

Fuck everything. I need a cigarette. Like really fucking bad. Good bye.
I'm going to a funeral tomorrow. Fuck school. yeah.

These are pretty much my musical heros...


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I am addicted to his smell. weird i know.

Everything is wet outside. It's raining. It's beautiful.

I feel pretty okay.

music is wonderful. tonight im going to a really lovely show downtown and im going to spend hours with all the people i love dearly. i can wait ( Read more... )

I'd like to think that where I am right now is a nice place. and i think it is. I think that I feel pretty okay. I talked to him for what seemed like forever today. And I think it was. So things arent too bad
which is a tad refreshing.
I really want to paint what i saw. I think it has a great deal of relevence. To a lot. Well thats all.

i called him. i asked if he was busy. he said yes. i hung up ( Read more... )

Today was okay. I think somewhat constructive, which is helpful. Usually I just write to bitch about bullshit, but right now I'm not doing too bad.

I love art. I truly do. Without it I think I'd die. The world is just better with art. Art is true beauty.

The shittiness seem to be getting progressivly more vivid. Goodness, I am positive.