for the longest time i've had this fucked up hope that you'd eventually pull through and change everything, as the days passed on and on you proved me wrong. how easy to forget everything that was said and hoped for. fuck you, bitch and fuck your broken promises.

we're going to chill with alex in indiana in like a month, i'm pretty stoked. right now i'm pissed because i have to go to work at 8 and i woke up right now, which would be five, my stomach is full of dead faggot gas.

dear rob and blair:

you're both retarded and i hate both of you.

third night/day at the new house with alex and jv, well mostly not jv considering he 'moved in' but spends relatively no time here at all. life is good right now, i waited out the agony of the past few weeks and got to a place of contentment and an opportunity to inflict more damage on personal demons and hardships. the negative aspects of life and ( Read more... )

do all you can to surround me, i'll still be pulling my weight.

they called him 'peckerhead'.

god gives and always taketh away, but the solace and the gloom remains. on my knees and alone i await the grave, bleeding out my veins. no one knows the weight of sorrow, bares down and breaks my clavicles. too far from both the beginning and end, the seasons chage without me. few things can compare to the weather in april, and nothing is real. see ( Read more... )

yeah, i'm still good at forcing myself to forget.
might be in gr tonight.

so i guess matt broke some girls elbow dirty moshing at the traverse show and all her little scene queen friends are all huffy so i told them to shut up and die.

also, i just read my friends page, and you are all faggots.

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