stop talking to your ex. it really makes the scar through the middle of my heart burn, and makes the thought of giving up on us and disappearing forever seem benificial even if it kills me. i fucking hate that no matter what he'll always be better than me. fuck.

i'm just going to write random thoughts and feelings that are most likely going to end up in the songs i'm writing right now. so if things don't make any sense, it's ok, because they're really not supposed to. i'm just catalogging ( Read more... )

this journal is done. my new active journal is thebadbook. see ya around like a donut

The last page of 08' is about to turn. It has been 123 weeks since I last updated my livejournal ( Read more... )

i miss andy

soooooooo ( Read more... )

i have a billion kind of like spitting cd's, a skateboard, and a 7 day CTA pass now. the city is miiiiiine.

i moved.

out of state.

chi-town-stand-uuup

Cheryl Lynn Kopke was my mother. She passed away when I was 5 years old. I am lucky enough to have memories of her, all of which i love. She lived for 28 years. I am uncertain as to in which light i should examine that. Twenty-eight years. Was she happy? What were her favorite things? Vices? I have only been alive for twenty years now, and ( Read more... )

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