i don't have pretty hair, i'm not some surfer kid, i'm not happy go lucky, i live alternative lifestyles, i'm self conscious, and i don't blame you for not wanting to do this.

fuck.

i'm sick of doubting myself, but it's hard knowing you don't stack up.

i got a guitar and a pen. then i'm gonna sleep. or at least try.

you never failed me. i just can't keep waiting for success.

my face bled for days. the impact crushes the bridge of my nose. eye sockets collapse. bones turn to dust. teeth become chalk. my brain is now an extension of the pavement. the memory is gone. we are immortal. in heaven and hell, it's still you and me.

you make me sad, shooting star.

your love is sad, shooting star.

it ain't that bad.

(sneaky reader)

this is bad

i'm fucking it all up...i'm content. i just need to accept it

today and tomorrow: lots of music

waiting is one thing, but i swear to fucking god if i get played for someone else AGAIN i'm gonna lose it.

i'm just going to lay back and let life run it's course i guess.

hopefully it goes my way for once. it ain't in my control with any of the before-mentioned shit

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