i don't know if i can write about what's "really" going on in here ( Read more... )

hearts breaking.
feels good.

for no reason at all.
some packing peanuts.
some dirt.
just fill the fucking space with something and get it over with.

( smog up ahead )

before i leave i should ( Read more... )

today i learned all about brandy, tequila and whiskey/whisky ( Read more... )

we're fucked.
and i feel so dead.
and i feel guilty for my feelings.
and that brings more guilt.
and it never fucking ends.

so i do all these things i hate
so what?

so we can't see outside our box.
so what?
what will you do for us?

that's right...
time for coffee.

people...stop spraying the house with water.
and please stop running away...everyone.

never look back
'cause i know what i lost...
lost a little time,
lost some friends.
maybe some of them things would have turned out okay...
can't save everything.

can't save everything.

i never really know what to say in here either, though.

something you might all care to know about: i'm moving back to michigan on april 7th.

something nobody wants to hear: i'm fucking dying. i'm serious. not my body, just everything that's important.

just so i don't forget...

pumpkin.

that's all.

goodnight.

( and now...a music survey )