i wish i was pretty.

so tell me baby pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard,
tell me how to stay strong and carry you home.
over corpses of our long lost fathers
and our unborn daughters cause
God dammit i cant do it alone.

nothing to update on.
oh we met gabe...again. cobra is awesome. fall out boy rocked it.
my face kind of literally hurts.

my life is

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i start feeling the walls close in,
things keep coming i keep stumbling
i start feeling strong enough to break.

i quit.

very, very soon.

ive got headaches, and bad luck but they couldnt touch you no-ooo-oh ( Read more... )

We will never believe again
Kick drum beating in my chest again
We will never believe again
Preach electric to a microphone stand

im so friggen tired.
i hate christmas.

in guys.
no effing joke.

i need to learn how to turn on my douchebag radar, hahaha.
for realz.

however, im a douche cause i tried not to get into the cab.
then i did :)
and im muy satisfied.

me some fall out boy.

"ive got troubled thoughts and self-esteem to match
what a catch"

cobra was amazing, met suarez.
currently feeling sick to my stomach and tired.
reading then some sleep.

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these thoughts in my head, they weigh me down.
cried myself to sleep.
just had to remember the same old things about myself.
feel a little worse, but ultimately much better.
have to stop livin in la-la-land.

fake it like you matter
thats a lie we can both keep.
and im the number one faker.