Why do I only write in my Livejournal when I feel like absolute shit ( Read more... )

I kinda hate being me. Especially on the wrong days to have a hard time being anyone at all.

But Another Breath are fucking awesome.

Maybe someday I'll be worth something. For now, I'll keep trying to believe I am.

It's my birthday and I'll do what I want to. Fuck you! It's my birthday. A special holiday only for me so do what I say. It's my party, I'll make you cry if I want to....or leave. Fuck you, it's not your birthday so do what I say. For 24 hours you're wishing me well. 364 days I'm in hell, oh well. Happy birthday to me alone. On my birthday I'm ( Read more... )

Well do you wanna talk about it? Do you think you'd understand how things can get so fucked up with such good, such good intentions? And if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing, an ironic and literal making of a bed. You know, you can walk away, but there is a reason to stay ( Read more... )

It really bothers me that nothing will ever last. Connections always fade. People always leave. Sometimes they're gone even when they're a mere 30 feet away. It's true, nothing gold can stay ( Read more... )

So apparently everyone I know is leaving for Christmas. Looks like I need to find a hot d00d to make out with by then.

Or, you know, watch "Christmas Every Day" every day with my cat. That'd be cool too, I guess.

Fuck. I'm already hating the holidays and it's only fucking August.

I wish I were making out with someone. Chris Carrabba, if you read this (and I'm sure you do), you should stop by tomorrow. I have the day off.

Tonight was awesome. I wasn't thinking it was gonna be, but it turned out to be amazing ( Read more... )

I hate my job. Way too much time to think ( Read more... )

today smelled weird.