how could it be any other way?

[best_user_name]

fucking shit. delete what was written.

now that i'm blank i can say anything. if the loathing doesn't make me cave in. mind wiped clean. hardly a use in trying. now i'm picking on myself. this was gonna go a different way but oh well. everything happens for a grievance. just sick of the real reason losing its meaning. i don't know nor need sleep. these songs bring up old memories. they don't belong to me. i'm just a host of the nostalgia ghost - hopeful melodies. my heart only aches when i breathe. but that's just from all the built up love songs and bullshit romantic movie happy endings. i don't - yet do believe. i won't - be the fool after three. but just who am i kidding? way past desperation. or all i've only known. this toll is taking my money for all it's worth in blood spilled and broken bones. if you could only know. i would pass on this pain like a school note.
there's still some songs i won't tell you..