I am not living. I am breathing, speaking, eating, but I am not living ( Read more... )

I called in sick ( Read more... )

My sinking dreams are interrupted by the cold air, now. Humid summer mornings replaced with trembling chins. The sun rises later and later every day. I love it. I love the cold. I can't wait until winter, when scarves and sweaters and cut up mittens take over. I want to see October collided colors fall onto the ground. I want to feel November's ( Read more... )

I was walking back into the arena-seating-outdoor-venue-recreational-center thing, and this really cute girl in fashionable sunglasses and a cut up As I Lay Dying shirt said, "Good show ( Read more... )

The show is tomorrow. Our first show. My first real show. My stomach is in knots.

I hope people like us.

God, I'm so fucking nervous.

Atleast I already picked out what I'm going to wear.

I've been having these great, great dreams. There is always a girl, and there is always some hand holding involved. When I wake up there is only lonley, humid air around me. Let me just hold your hand... I feel so isolated sometimes ( Read more... )

The first three digits of your number came out of my mouth like rolling, rolling, rolling car accidents (the shell of something smooth and shining in the glaring sun). So smooth and so automatic, like a machine memorized your voice and your skin and the way you laughed and how you used to call to keep me from sleeping and to help me sleep. I forgot ( Read more... )

Lover Parade (my band! my band!) is playing on the 17th of this month. Please, come see us. We're opening ( Read more... )

I'm so excitied for this band thing. Lover Parade, we're called. People often say, "What? What?" when I tell them our name. We are beautiful--for the 10 to 30 minutes we're the subject of spotlight. We are having a mini-show tomorrow at our practice. A lot of my close friends will be there, and I am excitied ( Read more... )

Sometimes, all I want to hear is your laugh. Your laugh is a melody that harmonizes with the strings of my cracking heart. Sometimes, I wish I was the only one that could make you laugh so hard, so hard that you teared and you had to grab onto the edges of my shirt just to hold on, hold on from falling away too far in love with me ( Read more... )