Number Fifty-Five
The 16th was my birthday. So the guys and I celebrated out in Shinjuku. Toshiya picked the place, the rest of us just tagged along. Kaoru's an old man now, though -- 30. How the time goes by. I've been kind of hiding away in my room, save for photoshoots, and shit.
Uhm. I do not like how everyone's shitting a brick about The Final. For the record, DIR EN GREY IS NOT FUCKING BREAKING UP. I don't know how many fucking times I have to repeat myself. It's a new year, which brings about new changes, and a new style for Diru. So stop getting your panties in a twist, everyone. Christ.
Fucking .. I'm sick. The weather's changing, getting nicer .. thus making me ill. Like .. the back of my throat, on the roof hurts, kind of like strep, only not as bad. And it won't go away. Plus I'm coughing up huge, snotty lumps. That was a bit vivid, wasn't it. Too bad for you. I'm the king of being graphic .. Or something. FUCK, my stomach hurts. Must've been that fucking sushi Die and I ate the other night. Jesus.
Eh. I saw Jiro the other day. Just for a minute, you know? He just looked at me, then turned away. Great. I just can't be friends with my ex's, can I.
Since I've been cooped up in my room, I've been writing lyrics, mostly. Tinkering with one of Die's guitars that he lent me, and working with that. It's not much, but it's helping. Eventually, there will be another album. Soon, I think. But not too soon.
京, signing out.
Uhm. I do not like how everyone's shitting a brick about The Final. For the record, DIR EN GREY IS NOT FUCKING BREAKING UP. I don't know how many fucking times I have to repeat myself. It's a new year, which brings about new changes, and a new style for Diru. So stop getting your panties in a twist, everyone. Christ.
Fucking .. I'm sick. The weather's changing, getting nicer .. thus making me ill. Like .. the back of my throat, on the roof hurts, kind of like strep, only not as bad. And it won't go away. Plus I'm coughing up huge, snotty lumps. That was a bit vivid, wasn't it. Too bad for you. I'm the king of being graphic .. Or something. FUCK, my stomach hurts. Must've been that fucking sushi Die and I ate the other night. Jesus.
Eh. I saw Jiro the other day. Just for a minute, you know? He just looked at me, then turned away. Great. I just can't be friends with my ex's, can I.
Since I've been cooped up in my room, I've been writing lyrics, mostly. Tinkering with one of Die's guitars that he lent me, and working with that. It's not much, but it's helping. Eventually, there will be another album. Soon, I think. But not too soon.
京, signing out.