Dear Diary,
Mood: Apathetic.
My life is spiraling downward.
I couldn’t get enough money to go the Bloody Romance’s suffocate me dry concert.
It sucks, ‘cause they play some of my favorite songs, like Stab My Heart Because I Love You, and Rip Apart My Soul, and, of course, Stab Me Rip Stab Stab.
And it doesn’t help that I can’t get my hair to do that flippy thing.
Like that guy from that band can do.
My life is spiraling downward.
I couldn’t get enough money to go the Bloody Romance’s suffocate me dry concert.
It sucks, ‘cause they play some of my favorite songs, like Stab My Heart Because I Love You, and Rip Apart My Soul, and, of course, Stab Me Rip Stab Stab.
And it doesn’t help that I can’t get my hair to do that flippy thing.
Like that guy from that band can do.