i can't talk to anybody. i'm great at giving off the wrong vibe. i'd rather just keep my mouth shut sometimes.

i think i found it. maybe i'm just odd. i don't really care. there's no better feeling.

i need something worth fighting for.

i didn't see your face
but i know you're here
i can't hear
but i know you're here
i saw what you did
and i know you're watching over me
watch over me forever
i'll play it all just for you
and you can take control
i just want you to rest in peace
we can put your soul at ease
together forever

we're going to hell
we're going to hell
we're going to hell

substance is nowhere to be found.

yes, we're going to burn in hell.

by the way, you got a nice ass.

oh word? fuck it.

i love my friends more than anybody in the world.

losing faith.

Post a memory of me in the comments. It can be anything you want. Then post this to your journal and see what people remember of you.

fuck everything.