i used to smoke marlboros
i've decided to bring the livejournal back. i need a space and microsoft word and my notebook just aren't cutting it.
i feel very detached, i dont know whats wrong with me but yeah. i just dont care.
when you spend the night listening to the garden state soundtrack with some of the best people you will ever meet, you get a little sentimental, not to mention a sudden urge to jet to the armpit of america (no, im kidding). that album is the single best soundtrack to hit the record stores yet. the entire story is held by this incredible track list of music, ending in the perfect country-esque happy ending, as all zach braff stories should.
i need to learn how to sleep and eat again. im looney.
my bed is echoing in my right ear, and its killing me.
tonight, i truly understood the phrase, hell is other people
also, unspoken words speak so loud it leaves us still silent, waiting.