RELEASE
Weird that another valentine goes by where I am alone. I am used to it, I was pretty close with slw last year. I don't think it's even that I want a "girl friend" or to "date" someone. Just the feeling of being saught after would be enough. Not that I am not content with how things are now, no love life, self disgust, self boredom, self hatred, not even. I am pretty happy. You know how I am. Shows are losing their luster, I am growing closer to listening to Godspeed and explosions. I still love my shred, it still gives me my high, I am just at a point where rolling along with no blast beats.
Please don't drive drunk. Please stop, I drive every single weekend, call me. Give me the keys. Let me be your ride.
I am too young to get an intership, I am old enough to buy guns, I am too young to know anything, I am too immature to self contain.
I have nothing to be apart of. I have God and music and this stupid computer. I hate it. I wish I had never have had to get my own computer. Not that I don't appreciate it, it has just cause so much distraction etc.
I am trying to stay in flagstaff over the summer, get my own apartment. Live the lonely life. At that point I don't think I will have anything going for me. Just living, "wasting your time" "wasting friendships" "wasting a summer" "wasting love". That's what last summer was. I need a new helmet, ebay.
It got to the point where I didn't even like you. I was just trying to reach my goal. Not that my love isn't abundant, I just realize there is no point in me always wanting to be with you. I think I can actually be a friend now. I hope I can be a friend. 'Blood Mosh Hips Hair Lips Pills Fuck Death.' The people that need to be reading this don't. I need to read this, change myself, make myself better, faster, stronger, flighter, drunker, sober-er, killer-er, hater-er, fucker-er, lover, singer, poet, builder, designer, author, techie, dependent, incapable, lost, poor, cheap, uglier, beautier.
Seek me like a missile.
Words are weird. Word, it sounds how it looks. Missile, looks like a silo.
I need a new avatar, any ideas?
Please don't drive drunk. Please stop, I drive every single weekend, call me. Give me the keys. Let me be your ride.
I am too young to get an intership, I am old enough to buy guns, I am too young to know anything, I am too immature to self contain.
I have nothing to be apart of. I have God and music and this stupid computer. I hate it. I wish I had never have had to get my own computer. Not that I don't appreciate it, it has just cause so much distraction etc.
I am trying to stay in flagstaff over the summer, get my own apartment. Live the lonely life. At that point I don't think I will have anything going for me. Just living, "wasting your time" "wasting friendships" "wasting a summer" "wasting love". That's what last summer was. I need a new helmet, ebay.
It got to the point where I didn't even like you. I was just trying to reach my goal. Not that my love isn't abundant, I just realize there is no point in me always wanting to be with you. I think I can actually be a friend now. I hope I can be a friend. 'Blood Mosh Hips Hair Lips Pills Fuck Death.' The people that need to be reading this don't. I need to read this, change myself, make myself better, faster, stronger, flighter, drunker, sober-er, killer-er, hater-er, fucker-er, lover, singer, poet, builder, designer, author, techie, dependent, incapable, lost, poor, cheap, uglier, beautier.
Seek me like a missile.
Words are weird. Word, it sounds how it looks. Missile, looks like a silo.
I need a new avatar, any ideas?