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I got my fucking mohawk and it rocks.

tyler

The story of my life. Why the fuck must every living person attempt to fuck up what I have going on here, my comfortable state of numbness. Leave me alone you fuckers! When I meet someone, I think to myself how this one may be different, how maybe they know what I have been through, possibly even been through it themselves, they might just ( Read more... )

I am reissuing my journal with the hopes that someone will read it. Whether I know them or not, someone may come accross it and if they are cool, I will be their friend. Thats how we roll.

After a mere ten days in the hole, this journal is back in business.

- My music is coming along well, I hope to have my first demo sent to holdenc shortly ( Read more... )

I think after losing one of my three friends here on LJ, I am turned off to the whole thing. She has a lot going on, and I understand, but, why does this keep happening to me? I guess I'll never know. Life is hard, and not everything will go the way I would like, but someday, someday something will. We'll just have to wait and see ( Read more... )

I understand that I don't have many friends, maybe none in fact, but why isn't anybody reading my journal? I know it may not be the most interesting thing in the world, but it is well written, for the most part. I just thought that I would have at least a few people reading this, that is why it's here. I know that one person does. That is a ( Read more... )

It doesn't take much to float my boat nowadays ( Read more... )

I found myself outside last night with no recollection as to how I came to be there. I took a moment to think. My life is a series of habits and worries. I go from one thought to another, concluding nothing. It is time for me to move on, move on from these trivial relationships, these useless habits, these hazy memories. What I need is someone ( Read more... )

I get some strange feeling when something works. Its like I have accomplished something. Regardless of whether it was in my hands or not, there is just a sense of well being when a menial task is completed successfully. I am the best (sarcasm? yes.). I am going to try to sleep now, when I awake, I will probably do something I will regret, then ( Read more... )

Why must I be subject to bad timing and terrible luck. Maybe they are one in the same but nonetheless, they are the downfall of the man you know as tyler. If you even know me, which is very unlikely ( Read more... )